I have lied a million times.
Lied about not missing you, lied about not missing home.
I have lied over and over again until that bag of lies; overweight my own ego.
It came crashing down, and tears filled up my eyes.
I lied a million times to myself...
and I am not done lying.
I don't miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Souls rehabilitation.
RandomWhen 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.
