the truth isnt worth it

feeling dead inside again

the stomach pains, a reminder

never do this again

ive never been good at listening to reason

somewhere she cries into her pillow

and i wish i could make her feel even worse

to strap her down and let out every bitter word

snap her sense of self worth

and break down everything she ever built up

bastards act in such ways

cowards only dream of it

the person i should be blaming

wont look at me in the mirror

the wind blows cold against the house

and it makes my bones ache

i pull the shades as the sun is coming

up over the horizon

in this dark i can hate myself

and not have to worry about being caught

im tired of living the truth

when everyone wants the lie

nothing feels like home

when youre the only one to admit it

the days fade into each other

more and more people turn away

and you are left alone with the truth

you fought tooth and nail for it

and you hold it like a crown

on your throne of nothing

with no one around

and you have to live with the fact

that it wasnt fucking worth it