Maybe you're not real,
Just a figment of my imagination,
Because oh boy do I like hurting myself
And you would hurt more than anything
So maybe I'm just a person sitting in the dark, with writing between my hands and "your name" on my lips
YOU ARE READING
Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
