I wipe the tears from my eyes as my ears burn from all lies.
My heart is scarred like my skin. You know that my wrists and thighs are a a result of the lies. They reflect the surface of my heart.
You knew I was trying to pull myself back up so you pushed me down once again, then again, and again.
On the bright side, you helped me learn to fake a smile so much better. I need that now. Maybe I should thank you, but it my be easier to just hate you. It should be anyway.
I wish I could, but I just can't. I could never hate you, and I wish I knew why. I hate myself so easily... Why can't I hate you?
YOU ARE READING
My Escape In Writing
DiversosA book where I write some poetry and short stories and stuff like that. I love to write so I think this will be nice for me to write and for you to read.
