and i guess it’s back to lies
a g a i n
i’m so ashamed, i can’t even
meet your eyes
and how sick i am inside
just makes me feel sicker
the writhing in my stomach
just won’t let me go
so seeing your cars
g o n e
from the parking lot
just reminds me of everything that
is not.
(why can’t i cry?)
i keep tearing everything i build so carefully
right
back
down
a g a i n .
and no one’s seen me at my worst
but me, myself, and i.
i guess i’d give up anything to keep it that way:
.scars.all.hidden.

(so i guess it’s back to lies again?)