Two Plus Two

She was one for dramatics
We thought as she lit her hair on fire
“You want to see me burn?
Watch me fucking burn” she screamed

We stood there, and waited
Someone –one of us- we know not which
Grabbed a bucket and doused her
We wiped away her tears

“How could you let me do that?”
She asked in the most pitiful of tears
“You don’t love me, you don’t care”

She was one for dramatics
We thought as she stood on the edge
“I’m going to fucking jump,
None of you would care if I was fucking dead.”

One of us again made the long climb
Wrapped her all up and said she was fine
Bringing her down the long flight of stairs
She screamed out her lungs
“Why the fuck weren’t you there?”

And we all sighed and comforted her
To prove her words wrong
Promising we were with her
And that with us she belonged

She was one for dramatics
We though as she held the long knife
“I’m going to slice down my wrist,
It’s all your fault, this was your fight.”

And once again we were there
With the bandages in tape
And the smart ones of us
Just laughed in her face

She was one for dramatics
We thought as she popped
“I’ll over load my system,
Until someone screams stop.”

For the first time
We all walked away
Tired of the attention
She begged for each day

The answer was simple
And she’d always ask us why
Making it so dramatic
And we’d just watch with a sigh

The answer was so simple
We’d always explain
But a fit she would throw
About her endless pain

"She was one for dramatics"
We said gathered around her grave
We all stood there rescuing
Yet it was her that needed to make the save

The answers were really simple
But she always wanted more
Sometimes the answer simply was,
Two plus two is four