In the hour of honesty,
Where happiness is unseen,
The dead of night upon me,
My thoughts become mean.
They slice you like razors,
You don't even realize,
That the thoughts you are thinking
Is your mind telling lies.
You think about life,
And the mess you've made,
You don't see the happiness,
Or the lives you've saved.
You don't see your smile,
Or your dazzling eyes,
You only see sadness,
Your mind tells you lies.
You believe you're a burden,
That you shouldn't stick around,
Trapped in your mind,
You cannot be found.
You need to get out,
You must regain power,
Forget the lies you believe,
During honesty hour.
You are not worthless,
You do deserve more,
But for these horrible thoughts;
There isn't a cure.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThere is a small thread between truth and lies, between love and hate and between you and I. However, the thread can easily be broken; that's when life begins. I'm school, you read. You've spend hours reading 1,000 year old poems and studying author...
