Dec 2015
I find comfort in being sarcastic, for it tricks my brain, and my feelings towards you. Like a black tarp, sarcasm covers my heart, and lets nothing sting. But that is not true. For this tarp is torn, my heart is sore, and I cant lie, to feel less blue.
Lie to myself, every minute of everyday, to mask pain, that i wish, didn't exist at all.
