And I hope my words
haunt you late at night,
when you're fighting [demons]
and [monsters]
and all the rest.
Because fucking hell.
Yours hurt me.
YOU ARE READING
My Lies
PoetryThe average person tells four lies a day, one-thousand, four-hundred and sixty a year, and eighty-seven-thousand and six-hundred by the age of sixty. And the most common lie is: "I'm fine." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013/2014 - InkButterfly
