“So, what’s the case?”
“Regret, stupid ******* regret.”
“Anger talked in your place?”
“Including hate and more hate after being set.”
Finally deciding to show that I am not ok.
Uncovering what I was so good at hiding.
Expressing in the wrong way,
Always had me ended up crying.
I had to say what I was supposed to hear.
The unbearable was mine to bear.
There is nothing between the truth and the lies but thin lines.
Hate ran through my vines,
One that I wasn’t capable of holding.
One thing was for sure; I was terribly hurting.
No one is every the villain of their own story.
Nevertheless I was the villain in mine.
By the time my tears were wiped in the lobby.
I had built an impossible wall to climb.
We all build walls around our broken hearts, although we sometimes wish someone will care enough to brake us out.
