lie to me.

lie to me

lie to me and tell me you're happy

lie to me and tell me that life is all that you wanted it to be

lie to me and tell me that you don't ever think of me

lie to me and smile with your eyes as you die

lie to me and laugh with your heart crumbling before your eyes

lie to me and say you don't love me

lie to me and say you never think of me in your dreams

lie to me.

tell me that everything is fine.

and tell me that you were never meant to be mine.

lie to me because you know i never will.

wish i could tell you that i hope you

cry.

die.

lie restless at night

thinking of the child that was ours

ache in your heart knowing you

rejected your

own

blood. 

and though the tears come streaming down like floods

lie to me. 

so maybe

what would i say to you?
              would you care to listen
                  that my eyes no longer glisten?
would it be worth attempting to speak
           when my heart, mind and soul are weak?
or would i be speaking to deaf ears
                that cannot bear to hear all my fears?

maybe if you could see the fear
              birthed well within  my soul
maybe if you could feel
             the wounds that perforated even the depths of my being
maybe if you could smell
             the suffocating death deep within me
maybe if you could taste
             the saltiness of my tears, and

maybe if you could hear the screams of my bleeding heart
                           maybe, then you would understand the extent
                                                      of the damage you have created..

so i lay with the words buried in my heart

trembling and silent.

hoping that if God does not grant me my last breath

that i may be able to breathe freedom.