If I cry, sorry.
If I lie, sorry.
Everything is falling apart
I dont know where to start.
It's insane
How im even living.
Im living a lie.
Lying till I die.
The truth will only scare you.
It will show you who I am.
All that I have been through.
And what I still have to.
So im sorry if I lie.
Im sorry if I cry.
I dont mean to but I have to.
If I want to stay alive.
YOU ARE READING
The Ending of Elle
PuisiPoems that I write whenever I get in a poem writing mood. Enjoy these possibly triggering, possibly touching, possibly relatable poems.