For Every Fabrication

There is a truth you may not know

A lie you let grow

Hasn’t this cycle grown old

Making your heart cold

Come face to face with reality

Be brought down by gravity

Pick your poison

Trauma letting all the noise in

Maybe your mental

Unable to be sentimental

Own you mess

Chuck the dueces to the rest

Trying to hand you a life vest

You would rather drown

Than be found

You fight your rescuers

Embracing your wrongdoers

Are you a glutton for punishment

Throw pity party’s for acknowledgement

What is it that you need

Can’t bandage you up if you like to bleed

My pen does whatever it wants

Never looking for a response

A swift healing from storytelling


The retelling is compelling


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