Down my throat it goes
Sticky and bitter it slows
My mouth will not open to tell the truth
The fire of the lie I cannot soothe
My chest burns with guilt
My mind thinks of all the stories I’ve built
None were true just a spin of the tongue
Each thread fabricated for a lie to be strung
Each one makes a hole in my heart
I cannot stop it from ripping me apart
I tell another lie in hopes I’ll forget the first
Now I have to tell another I must be cursed
I wish to be free from this never ending nightmare
Each day it gets harder to take a breath of air
I’m being destroyed from the inside out
I’ll be gone soon without a doubt
I would’ve had a wonderful life, why oh why Did I ever think it was a good idea to tell a lie