The truth was never meant to hurt,
It wasn’t meant to feel good either,
Small details are important words,
That always leave me here to teeter,
Somewhere along the edge of sanity,
Or on the edge of a straight blade,
Because I’ve lost hope in humanity,
Leaving me with no more than faith.
I’m claustrophobic, the area shrinks,
With every door slammed in my face,
This heart is too dense not to sink,
When it’s abused and laid to waste,
Then left here to die all by itself,
In a graveyard where even outcasts,
Refuse to be subjected to the hell,
Of regret and shame on their past.
An easy way out of this whole mess,
Is still the hardest decision to make,
If I, unlike you, have a conscience,
And care about the spirits I break.
The biggest lies are found in truth,
It has become unbearable to accept,
Wasting my time on you is the proof,
The worst secrets are the best kept.