It sometimes shocks me
how good I am
at lying
you can ask me straight
"are you still hurting yourself?"
and I'll look you
straight in the eyes
and say
"no"
"well what about the voices?"
you ask
"oh they're gone too"
I'll say with a smile
and that seems to satisfy you
If you only knew
that as you talk
I'm bloodied and bruised
and the voices
are still screaming
I'm a
Liar
(E.B)
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Deadly Games
PoetryPoems about depression, failed relationships, and other mental illnesses.