I am death (may not be good)

I see families
I see homes
I see love
I see woe
see many things
But above all I see
my mother.
She is telling me to die,
I want to yet don't.
I want to obay yet can't.
I am torn.
Do I give in?
Do I stay?
Do I go and be free?
Do I stay and be caged?
When I see love I see
What I wish I had when I
was that age.
I am death,
I am woe.
Now please god let me go.

Darkest wishes
-Sam