Drip, Drop, Drip

It's already at her hip.
The lies she told to get by
It is from those she can no longer hide.

Is it from Guilt? Sadness? Anger?
                            Or from the escalator of lies?
                                                 She no longer remembers.

                                                     ­                                           Drop, Drip, Drop

                                                           ­                   It has finally reached her top.
                                                            ­           She as missed redemptions mark.
                                                           ­                       The ball is out of the park.

                                         She drowned.
     She couldn't swim back up

                                                           SO

                               With a heavy heart, she chose to keep it shut
Then...
               all her lies gobbled her up.