I'd Rather

I'd rather be crushed,
by a dead, falling tree.
Than sit on your lap
and bounce on your knee.

I'd rather be buried,
by sinking quicksand.
Than walk across the street,
holding your hand.

I'd rather drown,
in the downtown river.
Than listen to your yelling,
making my heart quiver.

I'd rather be strangled,
by a thin, fabric rope.
Than live in this house,
crushing my hope.

I'd rather be poisoned,
my face turning green.
Than look at your face,
with your eyes so mean.

I'd rather be stabbed,
straight through my heart.
Than cut away the pain,
my arm turning to art.

I'd rather be dead,
oh wait...I am...

I have been crushed,
by that dead, falling tree.
Because of the perfection,
you demand of me.

I have been buried,
beneath all that dirt.
From all of the tears,
and all of the hurt.

I have been drowned,
by your River of Temper.
I am was your daughter,
don't you remember?

I have been strangled,
by your string of words.
Nothings ever good enough,
how completely absurd.

I have been poisoned,
by the thoughts and the doubt.
Now I know what cutting,
is all about.

I have been stabbed,
throughout my whole heart.
Now all that's left,
is hollow and dark.

I have been dead,
because of the strife.
Due to your anger,
I've been dead my whole life.