why do i live?
i dont need that lie anymore,
i have woken from this dream,
now into reality,
where pain is everything,
and tears mean nothing,
but yet i still produce them,
i want to wash my hands of lies,
but they are crusted into my skin,
nothing wipes away my past,
i try, and try again,
forget the memories,
branded into my brain,
living in pain,
chained and tortured,
left alone,
thank god,
finally away,
for today,
i wake up, and the lies start again.

 
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