honesty can be pain when you are used to living a lie
i rape myself of my birthright...
innocence.
i lie to myself...
i look into my own eyes everyday,
and lie.
over and over again.
my demeanor strangles what is spontaneous and natural...
purity.
my carelessness rips apart the fragile fibers that bind me together...
i am forever coming apart.
i inject this poison deep into the seed of love that lies dormant within my heart.
my heart...
buried under a 6 foot layer of dirt.
Withering away...
refusing to nurture the seed and let It bloom...
i die.
over and over again.
and cry in vain,
at least two hours a day,
for this to change.
coming to terms...
for a second time...
that i am a fool.
innocence.
i lie to myself...
i look into my own eyes everyday,
and lie.
over and over again.
my demeanor strangles what is spontaneous and natural...
purity.
my carelessness rips apart the fragile fibers that bind me together...
i am forever coming apart.
i inject this poison deep into the seed of love that lies dormant within my heart.
my heart...
buried under a 6 foot layer of dirt.
Withering away...
refusing to nurture the seed and let It bloom...
i die.
over and over again.
and cry in vain,
at least two hours a day,
for this to change.
coming to terms...
for a second time...
that i am a fool.