Partched

She's going to make me

Kill myself again

I swear I'll do it this time

And they will say

She was such a selfish girl

Their lips already

Cracked by gossip

Their tongues already

Dried out by lies

She will ask why I don't participate

I'll wish for her to vindicate

I'll over share my love

Craving for her to reciprocate

Then they will tell me

How thirsty they are

Expecting me to keep

My glass half full

And they will offer me

Just enough to parch their throats