I don't want to here anymore.
I don't mean that in a dark way.
I want run away from familiar faces.
I want to meet new people.
It's odd.
It's contradictory to my character.
I hurt.
I don't want to be around hope.
I've danced with death,
And avoided it's bullet.
I played a game of life,
And bet everything on black.
These are more than mistakes.
These are more than accidents.
These are regrets.
These are guilts.
Maybe you wished on a star,
For guilt to live my shadow.
That's fine,
I understand.
I'm not really okay.
A lot has happened.
But I'll do as I always do–
Laugh and smile all the same,
And live my favorite lie.
