everyday words turn into lies
everyday actions turn into death
everyday feelings turn into doubts
my heart is like a little game to you
there are no words between us
my only future is death and it has yet to come but its soon on its way
this will be the last night that i live
last night my words will be spoken
and the last night my heart will be beating
a blade to my wrist and a knife to my throat
a gun to my head and blood flowing down my body
this is the lying game
everything to you is a game
my heart
my soul
my innocence
the truth is is lost
and the lying game is the new discovery
every word you say
this is the lying game
theirs no going back
we're out of time
im done saving my life
its time to end this
ITS THE LYING GAME
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- Comment from author about the poem: when i was in 7th grade i started cutting myself and people had always asked me why and i have said the reason why i used to cut was because if i cut myself it would distract my heart from pain and basically release the pain from my heart but now its been 3 years and i have learned to control my depression and let it not effect me as much
- Category: Gothic
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