Sitting here quietly
wondering why
your screams echo in my head
worthless
worthless
i'll show you
the hot tears running down my face
echo my thoughts
of blood running down yours
falling quietly to the carpet
and staining it deep
but not like you'd notice
the carpet's stained enough
as if it was my fault
useless
useless
is that what you really think?
you've said yourself
over again
how you'd be lost without me
how I give your life meaning
but what did you say just now?
i'm a burden to you?
that i always take and never give?
that you'd be better off dead?
than have to deal with me another day?

why don't you.
i'll do it for you perhaps
take my knife
or your gun
or the broomstick that
you tried to beat over my head
and smashed against the wall
take any of them,
i have no prefernce
there are many ways to die.

and you said I wasn't creative

i'm a piece of shit am i,
who never does anything?
but just yesterday, and even this morning
you told me you were proud
"proud to have such an intelligent daughter"
and you now say i'm useless?

i live in a different era,
one of elecronics
and you don't understand it
all you know is your hammer and your beer

why are you so different now?
why am I so different now?
why does it all change,
at less than a moment's notice.
are you even the same person now?

maybe if I killed you i could know.
your soul being torn from a battered body
i could distinguish,
if there really is another person inside of you
or which is the real one.
~Jessica~