why am i here if
A L L
i feel is wrath and shame?
just the words of an actor
and a liar addicted to her
own flawless hiss
im even lying to myself...
but the bells of deception ring too sweet, im hYpNoTiZeD
with these wonderfully pretty pathological lies
and i cant tell what's my life no more
why's it so hard to tell the Truths of the afterlife but so easy/peasy to tells the Lies of this life
it^s so weird to ask if you^re a sinner or a saint and wonder if yourenowhereinbetween
i'm running for my King but sometimes
i think i'm falling to hell
could be battle cries
or things ive failed, or am on the road to
"\but joy is an attitude not an emotion/"
—/so why's it so hard to show the former when you're not sure if you have any of the latter\?
i'm a-playing-a-tightrope across the abyss even though it's a
show me joypeacelovefaithagain
or at least cut free
It's Bothering Me