The Truth

I've fallen down, and I can't do this on my own.

Stay with me, but you let go, innocently unaware.
I'll say it back to you, but you won't hear my cries.

Tears burning the cheeks, leaving a small imprint on the mind.
This time I will be listening for the whispers in the wind, uncontent with no words.

What would it be without you? I am still unsure, but the girl has prepared herself to wait.

And quit.

Changes are to be made. Removing all the lies. All the secrets. The lies and the secrets, bound together like a tight string, wrap around the finger, cutting off circulation, to leave a mysterious blue. Letting go of those lies and secrets, lets the finger breath, and return back to it's normal state. A state of flesh colour, and peace.


The truth is the only way forward.