OK so I lied,
But I also cried,
I pretended to be OK.
I only did it for you,
And I swear that's true,
But you found out today.
They left me alone,
I didn't dare moan,
It was them who broke my heart.
This is not your problem,
It's not you, it's them,
They broke me apart.
I never should have told,
Of the secrets I hold,
I never should have said.
I wish I'd kept my quiet,
That you didn't know I fret,
I wish I hadn't said.
I write to help me cope,
So I don't lose hope,
My writing is not fiction.
The poems are my knife,
They cut away my defective life,
They are my addiction.
OK so I lied,
But I also cried,
I pretended to be OK.
I only did it for you,
And I swear that's true,
But you found out today.
