sapriculous

The cold war

"The truth hurts." You always said that to me.

You said it through other means, stabbed me with daggers subversively.

And whenever I felt the pain?

Whenever you sent me down the lonely spiral of shame,

I repeated those words to myself, although they were but a lie.

I thought that I was the one to blame.

But you were the one that always stayed the same.

Through your words I learned to hate myself, learned to subject myself, and stop asking why.

One year later I'm still in pain.

Two years later it's still the same.

Well three years have passed and this isn't goodbye.

Three years have passed and now I wanna' die.

This is the one trial that I cannot explain.

No one believes me or these invisible chains.

Maybe I'm worthless and all is well.

But I refuse to sit alone and rot in hell.

Because you're hurting others now that I have backed away.

Very subtly I am watching everyone change.

And so I cannot allow this to happen, I cannot just stand by.

I don't care who is right; I want to find the truth and I'm sick of asking why.

At my words you squirm and retort, wishing that you could hide your shame away.

"The truth hurts doesn't it?" I smile as my words subtly say.

I'm not partial to revenge, but I cannot lie that felt good.

I've found something that works, although I'll use it sparingly like I should.

You think that breaking people down is fun?

Well now it's time, you better run.

Because this time I have the truth on my side.

You cannot deny the ache you feel inside.

I wanted to help you and so hard I tried.

But mistakes we both made and our relations died.

Just admit that you mess up and I will forgive.

I'll admit that I messed up only after you let me live.