Weakness

Weakness seeps out through the clenched teeth
and drips out of bloody fists
There are warrior cries from the overpowering,
And flourishing, Exhaustion.
The silence that is screaming
wakes the shadows to march in rows.

This is where all the swallowed tears live.
Where retained anger thrives.
Here dwells all loss and hopelessness;
All vulnerability and humiliation.
Cold laughter echoes off the walls,
Shuddering the foreboding statues
Of defeated heroes.

Here is the drive to the sobbing wrists
To all frayed ropes:
Worn from the cycle of fear then flesh.
This is the promise of hell in life:
Scorching the resilient and the wary.

This,
Is the world of pain.
The universe in ourselves that we feed anguish.

Liar

It hurts so bad that you lied. That you break promises. That you hide things.
Not only am I not worth the truth, but, evidently, my trust means nothing to you.
I could never lie to you. You mean so much to me and you deserve the truth from me.
I thought it was going to be a beautiful day.
We were so perfect together, why did you have to ruin it?
Please stop hurting me.
I really don't want to forgive you.
But I think I already have.

We don’t hide because we’re weak, we hide because reality has overpowered our will.