Hush little baby, don't you cry
sissy's gonna sing you a lullaby
about a little mockingbird
oh, do tell me what you heard!
You shot that bird with a rifle, but didn't you know?
It's sin to kill a mockingbird
oh, you're going to hell!
I wish you well!
This is all in your head
(you wish you were dead)
and tell me, how does it feel?
To slowly die, what's the big deal?
All it takes it a little push to have you teeter off the edge
there's a reason why you didn't go up to your mountain
we don't trust you today
we know what you'll say
"I'm just going to the creek to pray!"
To hell with what they say!
You know if you were alone
you'd feel the urge
to stand on that cliffside, and fall
you have nothing left at all!
Didn't you know?
It's a crime to steal the show!
The main role belongs to me!
Why did you ever come to be?
Your father doesn't love you!
Your mother doesn't love you!
And look what you made him do!
You made him forget about you!
Because you'll never be
as wonderful as me
as beautiful as me
as smart as me
because I'm your big sister!
Your role model, my dear!
That's why I drank so much beer!
Because I wanted to fuck you over
a little at a time
so, I did the things I did as a teen
because I knew father would never trust you to do a thing
after I left his house so many years before
left him waiting behind his door
and look where we are now, my darling!
I'm married with children, and where are you?
Oh right! You're still at home
crying, all alone
because you have no one
no one at all, love
so do what you were meant to do
nobody needs you
how about you go just a little closer to the edge?
Stand, right there, on that ledge
and if you fall, the devil will be there to catch you
he kept his promises true
and then you can sleep for a long, long time
and you'll have no reason, no rhyme
no need to survive
why are you still alive?
Hang down you head, dear
hang down your head and cry
hang down you head, dear
look girl, you're bound to die.
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PoetryA collection of poetry. Classic feelings added to classic thoughts equals classic poetry. Rated PG-13 for language. © 2015 layschips1