#89

truths, for me, hurt more than lies
but why am i so eager to know the truth?
just so i know then feel hurt or what?
nausea really comes through my brain, my heart, my lungs,
hell yea, then i pretend than i am fine but then i ask you for another cigarettes.

who the hell are you?

i cant even separate lies and truth anymore, i lost the ability.
i lost the sense of avoiding myself from getting to hate you more, more and a little bit more

please, me, stop it.
you know you can not take it any further than this.
just, stop.

and i can live happily under lies,
better?
umm.. yeah.