What a lie

Its the tears running down your cheek, its the words spilling from your lips. Its the cracks bleeding from your heart, lonely in a chest hurting with feeling induced by the whispers from their regretless, pitiless tongues. regret less the marks left by you're nails as you scratch in pain, it's the echo's hollowing from the walls as you scream the words of life through the chambers of death. It's the sorrow pulling the strings of you're heart, pulling them so hard they break it into pieces.

It's the hate-full stares of those around you, burning you into oblivion. It's the tranquility of tomorrow, frightening you into the memories of yesterday. Its all those nights you woke up with the screams of childish laughter, and spite-full kisses.

Its all those days wishing for night to come, wishing for pain to end, wishing for mercy to come. wishing for the morphine to kick in. for the cyanide to be effective. Though wishful thinking bring disappointment.

Disappointment brings regret, and regret brings pain. Pain brings sorrow, sorrow brings hatred. One thing always lead to another. Sad part is, the thing it leads too is never better than the previous.

Waking up to see that everything is so great, what a lie.