Every time I lie,
I break a piece of myself.

The memories flood in
At 3 A.M.
All the "oh wells"
All the "what ifs?"
What a convenient time
To have regrets on my mind
There's no where to run
Nowhere to hide
The darkness of the room
Is like an art gallery
In which all my mistakes are displayed
Mocking me
Or maybe it's like
A giant screen
Playing the same scenes
On repeat
Everyone's forgotten
But I just can't
I have indiscernible blood
On my hands
I'll never be able
To wash it off
Or take the paintings
Off the wall