Lies

Why all the lies?
Why no truth?
Do I even matter to you?
I guess not..
I hate walking down the streets,
knowing that you could never face me with the fact.
Does it hurt you too?
It feels like a knife cutting deep into me.
But it starts getting numb..
The blood is like a dark river that was left with poisen.
I see dead people,
floating like floats in the water,
trying to save people but they already died.