How is it that in my week and abused mind?
Where my pain and memories have intertwined,
I still have a small thread of unburdened hope,
Without it, I would never be able to cope,
From the mental strain that has made me darkened,
I am nothing more than bruised and disheartened,
Despair has left my emotions in mangled pieces,
How do you deal with all of the painful decreases?
Of friends that will never know the end of it,
I have to make one more lie to free them from this pit,
No one knows the crushing pain I have gone through,
I hope they will understand what I had to do,
As I lay here contemplating the weight of my lies,
Everything I have ever done brings tears to my eyes,
All they do is treat me like a weed without a broken stem,
Why can they not see that I did it all for them?
Even in all of the constant lies and abuse,
Maybe I should have raised my flag of truce,
Would everything have be better than it is now?
It is far too late to ponder the why and the how,
I make this my final fa