I know words they say words can't hurt you,

And maybe they show no physical wounds,

But they can graze, and scratch at your skin just as much,

They can make you bleed from your soul and your heart,

I know gossip is a natural thing, we all like to talk,

We all like to rant, rave, bitch and shout,

But when we do we're never thinking about anyone else,

We're feeding that greedy, vicious part of ourselves, 

The one that makes us feel good,

And it's a disgusting thing to do,

But we can't stop, 

We can't see clearly,

So we just fatten it up,

Until the arteries are clogged,

And we can no longer breathe or move,

For we are so full of self inflicted torment.