Fibs.

It starts as a fib,
Then turns into a lie,
Some hearts broken,
Others just die.

You never mean harm,
By the things you create,
You just want to be free,
Anyone can relate.

You stir up trouble,
Not something you want to do,
When all you wanted,
Was someone to notice you.

To see your wings are broken,
And your heart has a tare,
You want to be held,
And to be repared.

You want to be loved,
But only when you want,
Because your really unstable,
But that's not something you flaunt.

Your boyfriend doesn't care,
He's high most of the time,
Other times he's not there,
And your not fine.

Your secretly dying inside,
Just wasting away,
Your perfect world shattered,
Here's where your lies stay.

Your arms you would cut,
But its been so long,
Sence you talked to your friend the blade,
And it feels so wrong.

You imagine your lies,
Spilling out your arm,
Everything revealed,
Including your selfharm.

The blood would spill,
Out every scar on your thigh,
You wouldn't stop it,
Because their scard with lies.

You would feel clean,
For once in your horrible life,
Everything showing,
All becauseof your knife.

You try to live,
But you only die,
Everyones perfect,
And this makes you cry.

(To be continued)