remember when we
were little kids?

we used to say that
we would never do
drugs and do bad
things, like break
other people, or hurt
them.

all those little lies and
promises fill up the jar
of lies i keep hidden
underneath my bed.

"i'll protect you"

"i won't hurt you"

"i love you"

all those small, little lies
actually hurt and they
leave a mark on my skin

marking me as the one
who was stupid and
foolish enough to fall for
such a simple lie.