Poems of Me

Which Is Worse?

29/11/14
I don't know what's worse, crying or lying
To cry that much is to tell all of the pain you suffer
To lie is to try contain all your precious dilemma
I don't know what's worse, crying or lying

I don't know what's worse, the tears or the memories
The tears are the sad ones that fell indefinitely
The memories are the sadness that fall in felony
I don't know what's worse, the tears or the memories

I don't know what's worse, moving on or being numb
Numbness would help just a little if it didn't hurt so much
Moving on would save me precious time but I'd come back stuffed
I don't know what's worse, moving on or being numb

I don't know what's worse, having no advice or knowing too much
Having none could replace the sad for hopelessness
Knowing too much could take away the reason for getting me out of this mess
I don't know what's worse, having no advice or knowing too much

I don't know what's worse, to cut or to die
To cut would show the pain I feel so deeply
To die would stop it from getting better eventually
I don't know what's worse, to cut or to die

I wish I could.