I once knew a man who called me trash,
and after that, worthless,
with some lovely expletives in between.

I was hurt, yes,
but the truth hurts,
does it not?

I nodded my head,
I knew the truth.

The truth...
the truth was a lie,
and my lies were truth.

All was fine,
and I was worthless.

The truth was a lie,
and my lies were truth.

I no longer know
what is real and what's not.

All was fine,
and I was worthless.

I can't breathe again

I've learned that there's a difference
Between a wordsmith and anything but
When they say they're always thinking of you
And it lies less in the handwriting
And more in the meaning itself

you're the snake
coiled around my throat
snapping my vocal chords







to: my tongue