I made a promise to myself, and now it's been broken.
Old habits die hard, especially when unspoken.

No one needed to know.
Some scars aren't meant to show.

I kept it to myself, tucked away but not forgotten, buried beneath the thoughts that a decade ago turned rotten.

It was a lie when I made it, though I struggled for it to become reality.

I fought for two years, through all the fears and all the tears.
I wouldn't let the truth echo through my ears.

But the truth doesn't echo, it trickles and oozes.

I cut the ties that I kept to it like a blade through meat.
I guess some things aren't meant to be beat.