The devil told me the truth after you lied.
He stayed and watched me as I cried.
Not once did he comfort or smile at me.
I looked in his eyes and saw pain and misery.
A part of me didn't believe the truth.
But the devil led me to all the proof.
With a broken voice I asked the devil why?
He said I'm beautiful when I cry.
With that more tears fall from my eyes.
But I question if there from your lies.
Or because I learned the truth from the devil himself.
Or was it that I couldn't find out for myself.
He turns around and walks away.
I open my mouth but have nothing to say.
Just before he's gone completely I whisper a thank you.
Because I was scared to know what a part of me already knew.
