Little Goth Girl

Little Goth Girl

She began to lie to the world at a young age
Go on and lie to yourself again little girl
A constant battle within, petty thing such as latest "trends"
Run along little "gothic" girl.
Cry in your plastic graveyard, continue to slit your wrists for attention...
Maybe you'll get it right one of these days...
Slice into something you need, as you cry out you never wanted to die.
All a publicity stunt, a cry for attention.
Everyone else is doing it, why shouldn't you?
You were squeamish to blood, intolerent to pain...writing should be enough
You wrote in deep red ink, words that should get your message across...
"Kill me"
"Save me"
"I want to Die"
But it didn't catch people's attention the way you'd hoped it to did it?
Others can't see your letters through sleeves..
So you moved yourself on, to something sharp, something more drastic...
You updated yourself to a needle, sharp enough to drag lightly, and trace the letters...
It didn't hurt too much, you handled the pain
After all, in your eyes... it'd get the attention you craved for.
Yet they still took no notice did they?
No one thought you'd have the guts to do it..
They were right weren't they?
Besides.. you had no reason for suicide
Your life was ideal, but you wanted attention.
Upgrade yourself to a razorblade, rather stereotypical like the rest of your existence.
Carve into the warm flesh, let the blood dry for a more dramatic effect.
You prided yourself on your accomplishment, it didn't hurt too bad did it?
You wore the words "Kill Me" like any other would wear a pair of earrings.. or a necklace
You got looks that day, you got attention.
"Are you okay?"
"Don't kill yourself... "
"Why would you do something so stupid?"
You were beaming, on top of the world..
You told them you never intended to,
Just the result of a bad day.
It died down after a few days, your life was dull again.. you needed something
Bigger..
Bolder..
You moved to your wrist, the blade in hand.
You knew where your veins were, you'd cut around them...
Never would you wish death upon yourself, you loved your life...
But you slipped... the blade was covered in your blood....
You were dying little "goth" girl...
Panic.. it overtook you,
The blade cut deeper than you'd planned... didn't it?
You continued to die little girl...
Cover it.. stop the blood flow..
You were too late, you'd lost too much..
you'd cut into something too vital
You died that night little "goth" girl
But everyone talked about it the next day...
Too bad you didn't ever see the attention you got...