I hate secrets
They play games with my emotions and remain undefeated
Jumping on top of my heart forcing it to beat faster
Eating away at my soul
Making my hands shake with fear
Trying to push the words out of my mouth
Secrets use a wrecking ball to destroy all my sense of right and wrong
They raise my blood pressure
**** the goodness out of me like leeches
Steal from my bank of judgement until there is an empty vault
I hate secrets....especially when they are my own
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
I hate secrets
They play games with my emotions and remain undefeated
Jumping on top of my heart forcing it to beat faster
Eating away at my soul
Making my hands shake with fear
Trying to push the words out of my mouth
Secrets use a wrecking ball to destroy all my sense of right and wrong
They raise my blood pressure
**** the goodness out of me like leeches
Steal from my bank of judgement until there is an empty vault
I hate secrets....especially when they are my own
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