Lies.
They smear like blood,
Red and warm on your skin.
You scratch to get it off until your skin is hot and raw,
But it wont leave you.
Your lies show.
The people you hurt.
The people you killed.
Your lies show and you cant hide them.
They take away your beauty.
You arent pretty.
You are ugly.
You are mean.
And it shows.
Oh trust me,
It shows.
YOU ARE READING
Depressing Poems
PoetryRead the title. It's not that hard. Thank you to SassySatanX for the amazing cover.