Journal Of The Fallen

Promises

I promise this,
I promise that,
"You promised you wouldn't"
But it's just a scratch...

"Promise me again"
Sure why not?
How hard can it be,
To not make another fault?

But then sadness overwhelms,
And you go to the blade,
And you do the one thing,
That the promise forbade,

And now you're scared to tell them,
Because you've lied once more,
You don't want them to hate you,
Because it's your friendship you implore.

So you keep it a secret,
Your filthy little lie,
That you'll always have to keep,
Until the day you die.