the lies go on,

never once ceasing

hitting my heart

as it continues bleeding


like a river of hate

your speech spills out

why do you do this?

i just want to drown


maybe i wont

maybe i will

it isnt too hard 

to find a way to kill


but maybe i wont

be like you and lie

because the guilt would hurt me

so i might as well die


but hope always comes

in the darkest of times,

i suppose youve reached yours, 

so now i reach mine



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