Ina week moment I might fake a smile,
Tell a lie “I’m fine” almost convince myself
Turning lies into truths,
I don’t need you,
I made the right choice,
I’m happy and in love, Life is great
The Blackness doesn’t seep into my heart
With coldness of the night
I don’t feel the blade setting my blood free
My thoughts do not linger on the what ifs
Every part of me doesn’t hunger to hear your voice
Search my eyes find the truth
I beg you please set me free
I’m drowning in this world
Pull me to safety, hold me tight
Kiss me gently, read my eyes
Know the truth through my lies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all tell ourselves lies, Brttney. The trick is to realize it and build on truths. Great poem. Thanks for sharing Peace