Ironic Tragedy of the Livingroom

slit these wrists and watch them bleed feel that heat see the flow the pallour now coming on can't you hear faintly my sad song? i guess you believed what you said and i was dead empty nothing left in my head and now i stand here bleeding on your carpet those stains forever my pain you'll feel why the hell could i not reach you? why the hell can you not feel me what is blocking our communication slit these wrists and watch my life pour away pour away, wasting now everything for you all i wanted was to be perfect and you didn't see that. i thought, a mother's love would beat through all i thought that you'd never let me fall. paint my silouhette on the wall paint it red so im still standing even when i fall. paint me by the couch so i can still watch tv with you. paint me where i can still see the seeping red make sure that you'll never ever forget why it is im dead. i was screaming i was frantically thrashing calling out crying, inside dying and all you could do for me was tell me to shut up and forget it i wasn't good enough no matter what... well guess what mum? you only get one chance... you only get one first born daughter you only get one... and you let me fade away and i dont know why but now i fall and here on our livingroom floor i die... xoox Ellie J