Today

Im dying.

Maybe at the point when I'm found out, they'll find the compassion to bury my sad and scarred body.

Maybe they'll let me wash away to never be remembered.

Maybe they'll let me live on even though death's sting still surges deep within me.

Id rather find the way out.

Or, in fact, I'd rather hide.

Because a world without truth is a happy place.

So if my ignorance is bliss, my lack of truthfulness is my happy place.

Id say I never told a lie but id be telling you the truth and lying to my heart.

Id rather say nothing at all.

Fall asleep.

Accept my fate and know I was never meant to be.

Never meant for this.

Never.