Gruesome veracity poetry

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I want so desperately
To unlock the vault in my skull
To release the pain
Unto someone new
But no
burdening some poor soul with such pain
Such responsibility
Is unforgivable
Release the pain through too-long stories
never ending in happily ever after
A cure? Of course not
It's only a temporary fix
You're not fortunate enough to purchase the real stuff
Regardless,
Fake Freedom always comes with a price
It's More than just a simple "trust me"
Or "can I trust you"
It's a complicated contract
Signed in gore and commitment
Sign away rights to your privacy
A negotiation to the best of the worst terms
The second the truth is uttered from your mistakeful lips
Paranoia passes throughout your mind
Panic in your lungs
Chaos in your head
Bandits banding with arsonists
Burning and looting your thoughts to bits
"Did they tell anyone"
An infinite loop
A gun exploding rounds
Shooting through your mind
behind your eyelids
Rattling your ossicles to pieces
With each completion the sting of fear becomes more prominent
To trust is to kill your mind
To open up a vulnerable weakness
And pray it's not exploited
It's as they say
"Everything you say can and will be used against you..."

To show the scars of something so intimately truthful
is to relinquish your sanity

To pass off pain
Onto someone new
infecting them with a disease
For no other reason than being
A sufferable, lonely victim
Tearing into the past
The traumas that have agonizingly unfolded
Don't need to be shared
Shoulder the pain
Keep it in
Lock, Chain the vault and bury 6 ft under solid steel
Because To inspire pain
Is almost as bad as the pain inflicted onto you
If you truly care
Don't tell
Because,
They're not secrets they're a sentence
The position they will be put in
Isn't moral
Isn't justified
Isn't right
So plaster on those pearly whites
Wipe those tears away
Ace that audition
For the kid that's just fine