If i lied one more time,
would it make a diffrence,
Or would it make things worse.
Cuase i've lied so many times before,
but this one feels different,
It feels like i'm carving a hole,
right through my body.
It's where I used to be,
Before the shaking,
and the crying eyes.
So if i lied just one time,
would it make a difference,
or would it make things worse.
written 31 january 2011.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem