Lies are Blades

The pain of life....

You sit there with all those lies and you let them dig deep into your wrist, and soon the tears fall to the marble floor and you start to see the better light.

Author's Note

Hope you all can understand.

Reviews

[GalaxyGhost]

I can really do this because there's this clear up the toxic pain that you feel in your heart and soul. This is quite a wonderful poem and I do like it especially at the end of the poem because the last night is probably quite a powerful one that gives touch with the rest of the poem.

[Starr]

Thank you so much!

[West Lake Angel]

I don't understand what "the better light" is referring to. This person is obviously very distraught and needs someone to help them.