Your lies, they burn. Your words cut into me. You don't see it on the outside, but on the inside it's eating me alive. On the inside I am screaming that you can take me now, you can finish me off and break me entirely. You've broken my smile, my happiness, but sadly I have a secret. A damaged person is dangerous. We know we can survive.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe I'm crazy. Or worse Maybe I'm sane.
PoetryThis is just some odd and in short writes I've done through out the years.
