Why? You ask yourself,
Leaning over, hitting a shelf.
Why? you ask again and again,
There was nothing in there for you to gain.
Stupid, stupid, stupid girl.
Why'd you trade that for all the world?
Your father's hand was right to hit,
Empty, stupid, piece of shit.
Idiotic enough to resist the change,
Now your body's racked with pain.
Teeth knocked out and blood on the floor,
Eyes in tears and face in gore.
Half burned, half blood, that's what you are.
Swallow your vomit like a dog at a bar.
Tears that come again, sting your eyes,
Bend down and get on all fours with the flies.
You should have known much better.
Your jealous dad, your given tormenter.
Give up, you stupid teen.
Rhyming couplets will never win.
Instead, brutal force prevails,
Much like the uncovering of a bride's veil.
So give up, hang yourself.
Leaning in, you hit a shelf.