We’re all liars. Haven’t you noticed? We all lie, even though we deny it. we lie because it’s so much easier than the truth. It hurts less. Sometimes the lies sound better than the actual truth. So we lie.
We’re all speckles of dirt and dust. Grains of sand lying at the bottom of the deepest part of the ocean. The flower that never gets picked. The tree that gets cut down first. The thorn. The rotten fruit. You and me. That’s what we are.
We’re temporary. Denying it wont make you permanent anywhere. It’ll just make you a liar, and a coward.
But then again, that’s what you are. A coward. A lying ugly coward. You choose to hide away when everyone’s dying to see your wings. Instead you’ll sit at the bottom of that abyss, with torn ragged clothes and you’ll hum yourself to sleep. You do it every night because that’s the only thing you’re certain of. No matter how much you wish you didn’t, you regret seeing the light of a new day.
You’re the coward. Not me.
I’m the liar.
I’m the forgotten.
I’m the wasted.
I’m the broken.
I’m the fucked up.
I’m the damned.