"A person who makes up stories,
a person that is lying to everyone,
so that person can't ever lie to themself."
Doubt floods your mind with poison,
Tearing you up from the insides out.
You know that it's likely this is the end
But still you find your face in a pout.
With their deathly response of nothing
You learn the worst part of a lie
Is when you actually start believing it...
That is the exact moment you start to die.
Each morning you wake with a lesser value,
You're sense of regret has faded, dissipated
And hope for a better day no longer exists,
You know you should never have participated.
And when your lies become your truths
Is when your life becomes your death.
But you were good enough all along,
You just didn't know till your last breath.
Author notes
[[I like how 'Never fall in luv' has a bit of individuality to it.]]
The quote at the top of the poem is from Stephen King's Misery. It is actually stated in a man's point of view however I've changed it to a unisex view.
"I'm sorry I never spoke up. People like me can and always will be replaced, but never forgotten. Spite me all you want for tomorrow you'll wake and find me gone." - A sad & sorry girl.
A contest entry
- Tell A Stranger Your Secrets by The Lost Boy -PP-.
600 points, ended August 4, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Do you deserve this? by Never Fall in Love.
850 points, ended August 14, 2007, 60 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Quite Lovly
Yet another mighty finre example of a very beautifully penned excellent flowing poetry. what really made this a very attractive poem was how unique and insighrful it is. love your quotes and the way you changed it. any ways this is just an all round marvelous poem and enjoyed reading it. anyways this is also a great contest that you placed in least the nottom one. anyways so congrats on that and keep up the good work.
Signed, Paul 
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I loved this, it's exactly how I feel. I never know that I'm worth something until someone shows me I am. But not one second after I have mucked something up for me, or me and them. So I guess I make myself not worth it by worrying I'm not worth it, if that makes sense. Great write. The last stanzas the best!
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"Each morning you wake with a lesser value,
You're sense of regret has faded, dissipated
And hope for a better day no longer exists,"
That is exactly how I feel.
neveR ♥ -
Nice, very nice. Good write hunni... the quote in your authors note is so sad, its a great write huns. Keep up the good work. XoXo
waffle ya scruffles.
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