Lies

Lies are as sharp as razors which cut more and more of my life away. How come you can't see me dying every time your lying. The more you tell, the more my tears fall from my eyes. Each tear that falls contains a piece of my heart that shatters when it hits the floor. I'm dying and you don't really care which is not fair, but as the last tear falls i say i love you and now my life is no more then a lost memory.