I am the bitter truth,
you are the sweet lie,
You are craved by many,
while I'm the subject of decry,
Your presence are loved and beautified,
while I am the loathsome certainty,
I am what people scorn,
while you are the endless ardent flame,
You are felt each day,
while I am felt after their last breath,
Given away the truth;
you are life,
and I am death.
YOU ARE READING
Souls rehabilitation.
AcakWhen you cannot say something, write it. This is where souls go to for rehab. Words that are left unsaid, are written here. Feelings that are left unexpressed, are written here. Just a human going through a hurricane of dullard feelings and thoughts.
