A Hanging Agony

Scratch, cut, slice and pop...
Take it from me,
You'll know when I drop.
I'll fall and then you'll see.

You'll see that you can't be blind,
You must take notice.
My wounds they do remind,
Remind you, of a wilted lotus.

From the darkened room,
You take a look.
Never again can I bloom,
From this life you took.

You took my soul,
You took my heart.
No longer am I whole,
This life I so wish to depart.

To have just one thing,
To have it now,
I hang my head between the ring.
This will be my final bow.

With the last of my strength,
I throw away the chair.
I am within the ropes length,
I take my last puff of air.

I told you you'd hear the drop,
I told you you'd no longer be blind.
Your daughter hangs with a flop,
For they had broken her mind.

I sway before your tear filled eyes,
A daughter hanging due to agony.
No one heard my cries,
My heart now turned ebony.