My face is well known,
As people begin to talk.
How did I end up here?
Rumors are spread,
As my tears begin to shed.
No one knows the truth,
Just what they are told.
My blood fills a sea,
As my wrists start bleed.
I hate how you think you know me,
But all you really know,
Is the rumors people say.
The truth is yet to be determined,
Lies are all you seem to know.
There are more words spoken,
Then what truth beholds.
Why speak the truth?
People only seem to talk about the lies.
I wish I could lie her dead,
But then there wouldn't be a reason for you to talk.
There would be no crying child,
For you to gossip about,
Just your own pathetic lives.
