SCENE QUEENS®

the tears of hurt and pain,

knowing that he is gone.

but the hope you gain,

knowing you will see him in the light of dawn.

imagine. trust. believe.

so hard to do, knowing he isn’t with you.

he died, you lied to yourself saying he’s alive.

you became greedy and needy to live because of him,

when he died, so did you; inside.

the hurt and anger you built up inside,

was found and shown to the world one day.

you felt like it was them who should pay.

they lead him to suicide, the feelings he did hide.

even from you, his best friend.

you had no idea, no clues.

now you choose a dark path,

a path of destruction.

you feel it will make things better and he will be in peace.

its power and to be in control you seize.

you kill them one by one,

one with a gun and the other you hung.

you feel a sign of relief,

because you felt in control of your grief.

but truth is,

you shared a deadly kiss.

you kissed the devil.

you went to eye level.

the devil laughed in your face,

you were tricked and you began to feel guilt on your face.

then you took your own life,

with a nine inch knife.

through your guts,

over and over; so many cuts.

you wanted to be with your best friend.

you felt foreign to the world.

you didn’t think of anyone who would miss you.

so you died,

at your funeral many cried.

nobody seen how hurt you was,

now the silence buzz.

now you and him are happy,

but he is sad that you took your life for him.

you lay above the stars now,

talking for days on.

you both are gone,

yet everyone will remember all the good memories.

treasuring your eternal beauty.

you were naiive and in love,

bitter sweet like Romeo and Juliet.