Journaled Volume Six | Page 21

Maybe I'm broken

On the inside

I've had some childhood trauma

It sacared me

It made me untrue

I can't trust a soul

I've used that line too

I just can't say


Can't you just accept it

You want honesty

And honestly I'm just done

I can't tell you

Or I won't

You keep insisting

But truth won't spill

LIes fall out


Mouth diarrhea

Tears spill

Shakes come

Truth fights