You use to treat me like a queen,
Now look at you treating me like scum,
Beneath your feet,
I use to be so happy,
Now I wanna die in a hole,
Like you told me to,
Maybe you're right,
My family would be happier,
With out the black sheep,
Would they even burry me,
Or leave me to rot,
Laying in the body bag,
As if I wasn't someone's daughter, sister, mother, wife, cousin, or someone's best friend.
Would you even notice?
Would you be happy?
Would you show?
Would you cry?
Would you lie and say you knew me?
Would you try to replace me?
Would you leave me in a pool of my own blood?
Would you be able to tell it's me?
Would you say goodbye?