As you two stood face-to-face,
I stood against the wall
looking at the invisible scars on my wrists
just waiting to be traced.
Is it possible to love someone so much,
you would die for them?
Is it possible to love someone so much,
it hurts to see him with someone else?
Bugs of pain shoot through my arm,
as I smile;
pretending happiness
isn't as easy at it sounds.
You caused my uprising,
you caused my downfall,
this is all your fault.
"Nosey bitches die..."
Oh, how they do;
Meddling should be handled with
the hard way.
But I myself am a "nosey bitch",
therefore, I deserve to die.
