Not gonna lie.
Done with that.
A shell of the past.
A wisp of my former self.
Must tell the truth.
Or maybe the truth
Will hurt,
Hard as a knife,
Plunging through your soul.
Maybe the truth
Will burn,
Leaving you wailing with pain,
With agony.
Maybe the truth
Will crack,
Going deeper,
And deeper,
Until it shatters,
Shatters you heart
Your soul
Your very existence.
The truth can crumble,
Crush,
Destroy,
Kill.
The ones you know.
The ones you love.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe the Truth
PoetryPretty much just a heap of thoughts. Poetry? Maybe. Truth? Definitely. Similar to TricksterGod's stuff. Like Betrayal, which, if you're wondering (and you probably are) is what I wrote a couple days ago.
