Code White

Suicide

Dial 911
Yes officer
I have an emergency to report.

She is lying on the ground
In a pool of her similes.
            She will be as pretty as a flower
                        As brittle as thin ice
                        As fragile as emotions
                        As pure as a clean slice.

She's hanging from the ceiling
From the rope of chorded lies.
            She is not good enough
            She can't be good enough
            She never was good enough.

            Life was always rough.

She's gripping to the bottle
That once held pills of song.
            Twinkle twinkle little star
            Heavens light is not too far
            Up above the world so tough
            Like a diamond in the rough,

            Twinkle twinkle little star
            I wish heaven was way too far
                        For you to reach
But you are still trying to leave
[I always liked that you were stubborn]

Help please!

She's drowning in words that define her
She's choking on lies left behind her
She's swallowing songs that remind her
Of those who tried to align her
Into a geometric shape
Her distortion didn't fit.

Please come quick!
She's talking in strange tongues.
I need to save her
But my breath won't fill her lungs.

I know death is what you cry for
But baby you're to die for
There's nothing to deny for
You are worth my cry for
           Help.

In your hospital bed
You push and shove
You forget that I am me
You forget that this is love.

You can hate me
                Take me
                Make me
                Shake me
But please don't break me
           Down.
You've already pushed me
To the ground.

You think I am that monster
Under your bed; in your closet
When really it's just you
Hiding from the truth
Afraid it will kill you when the lights go out.

But instead you're drowning me
In your pool of similes.
                I am as horrid as a villain
                I am as morbid as a depressed mind
                I am as back-stabbing as a b***h
                I'm as imperfect as a zig-zag line.
I'm hanging from
Your noose of hatred.
                I am a terrible horrible
                No good, very bad girl.

I am gripping that bottle
That once held pills of love.
                But now
                They slip through my teeth
                One by one
                Until it's done.

Dial 911
Yes officer,
I have an emergency to report.

I'm lying on the ground.

Come quick!
I'm dying.