Lying

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.

also,

have you noticed yet?

that entire time,

I wasn't lying.