Nobody special

Do you remember when I said I'm fine?

I was lying.

Do you remember when I said those scars were old?

I was lying.

Do you remember when you read my notebook, and I said everything in there was a work of fiction?

you should be catching on now,

I was lying.

It's been years since happiness was part of my truth,

it's been a decade since my life actually meant anything,

it's hasn't even been centuries and I still want to die,

it's every day I want to end it all,

but that aside,

I'm empty.


have you noticed yet?

that entire time,

I wasn't lying.


  • Author: No_one_special (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 14th, 2018 07:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: A deceiver's job is not to make themselves happy, but to lie to make sure others don't go through the same pain.
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