The Truth is...

Why? Must I do this to myself,
your pictures are off my shelf.


Why? Do I put myself threw hell,
am I alive or dead? I can't tell.


The thoughts in my head just sit and wallow,
reality so bitter and hard to swallow.


Has time ticks and flies bye,
every second inside I die.


The beautiful dreams we use to share,
now nightmares that leave me in despair.


Tracing scars of wounds I couldn't mend,
the truth is this pain will never end.


-DC-