Autopsy

So now, I lie here with some guy looking over me
Ready to cut me with his scalpel
to check what caused my death
I forget the name of the job.
I am dead.

You did that when you beat me.
When you tore me down in strips.
Each day a comment that took away
the confidence, I once had.

So now I lie here with this guy standing over me
Electric saw in hand
He opens up my skull
Removes my pink, fleshy brain.
This is where he finds the scars.

A pale line for every lie you told
a scabby wound for each secret you held
a withered section for area of my life
you made a living hell.

So now I lay here some guy covering me with a sheet
taking his clipboard he makes his notes.
Death by under appreciative boyfriend.
I hope I come back to haunt you
so when your autopsy comes it reads
Death by aggrieved and laughing ghost.