it hurts, doesn't it?
how we just fall prey to it all,
how we just let it happen.
the lies, big and small.
we let them tear us up inside.
like being mauled to death.
or having a million swords piercing our bodies.
the feeling of hate, disgust, sadness, and distrust.
and for what?
what is there to gain?
and why do we let ourselves believe it?
is it easier to believe a lie than to assume that the person we loved wasn't who we thought?
or is it that no matter what,
we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
