White lies, is what I call them,
White lies that wouldn't hurt a fly,
The lie that 'I'm okay',
When in reality I wasn't okay,
I was hurting inside.White lies, like 'I love you',
When truly I wanted nothing to do with you,
The lie of 'I'm going to change',
When I'm not sure what I should change.The lie of 'I won't cut myself',
When I did harm myself night after night,
These white lies they consumed me,
White lies that drove me insane.
Lies are lies, regardless what you call them,
These white lies now haunt my brain.
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Apart of You [Poetry]
Poetry𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏; 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏. 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 #1...