The Real Goth Dolly

Pill popping
Mary-sue dolly
Beat-up slip-ons
And princess pink socks

Tear-stained hiccuping
coughing up bile
Forehead burning eyes glazed
denial

Look away from your
Suffering
Turn it into a
Beautiful thing
Picking up the pieces
Drive them into her neck
Give her your diseases
To bear to heck

Bloody hands clutching at her dress
Desperate eyes flashing pure
Distress
Look away; Screw her.

Perfect papers
Razor stains
Wash her blood
out of the bathtub drains

Haloed angel held up high
Happy little demons drag her by
Consumed in hate
This cannot be her fate!

Look away from your
Suffering
Turn it into a
Beautiful thing
Picking up the pieces
Drive them into her neck
Give her your diseases
To bear to heck.

Living zombie girl
Does what she's told
Always obeys the rules
And is good as gold.

She vomits up perfection
onto a plate
Walking away from
Your fine estate

Empty-handed and
Broken-palmed
Suicidal tendencies
Her soul is calmed

“Take your pills Darling
Take your Pills.”

Hanging up poor dead flesh
Sew it into your badge
of Self-respect

Love her to hate her
She's worse than you were
Kick her to the curb like the
Bitch she is.

You don't give a damn
Watching her die
Slitting her wrists and
Drowning into her meds.

You just don't wanna help her out
You walk right past her
Without a doubt
You're the one who deserves to die!

Trophy child
Trophy Child
Nothing is wrong
She's the perfect girl

Trophy daughter,
Trophy prodigy,
Watching her walk away
Will take her from me

Spit out bad blood
Choke on lies
Don't you know
You're the one who deserves to die!