people lie.
they can lie for years on end,
making up parts of a story
trying to get you to believe.
manipulating you.
using you.
all for what reason?
because it was fun?
did you enjoy ruining my fucking life?
do you like knowing that i'm spiraling
now that i know the truth?
the sick, twisted truth.
everyone fucking lies.
i'll never trust anyone again.
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Depressed, Alone, and Broken
PoetryThese are just some shitty poems I've written that aren't very good.. Sorry if they're absolutely terrible...
