I refuse to hold your secrets any longer.
What I heard and saw has left me confused and I cannot even be sure of if I do or do not agree with your actions.
What is worse than this confusion is the way in which carrying your secret is haunting me. I feel the way you look at me, piercing me to warn of the consequences of exposing your more than questionable actions.
Your excuses don’t help me, they simply remind me of what I need to forget. Your excuses show signs of regret, but only for being caught not for any other reason.
I hate this secret and this has now become one of many.
The beauty of this one is that is distracts me from my friend cutting my other friends grass.
It distracts me from my violent friend who hates himself.
It helps me forget my colleague who disgraced the company.
It even helps me forget a little about the disappointment in myself.
But only just a little as it is not long before I turn to the empty bed beside me and know that having no one to share my life with.
I guess that makes it easier to keep these secrets.
I thought I had enough guilt to swallow without needing yours. I cant bare to pay the cost of the damage that loose lips will cause.
On nights like tonight, some would find it comforting to know in my new apartment there is nowhere for me to hang myself.
col
What I heard and saw has left me confused and I cannot even be sure of if I do or do not agree with your actions.
What is worse than this confusion is the way in which carrying your secret is haunting me. I feel the way you look at me, piercing me to warn of the consequences of exposing your more than questionable actions.
Your excuses don’t help me, they simply remind me of what I need to forget. Your excuses show signs of regret, but only for being caught not for any other reason.
I hate this secret and this has now become one of many.
The beauty of this one is that is distracts me from my friend cutting my other friends grass.
It distracts me from my violent friend who hates himself.
It helps me forget my colleague who disgraced the company.
It even helps me forget a little about the disappointment in myself.
But only just a little as it is not long before I turn to the empty bed beside me and know that having no one to share my life with.
I guess that makes it easier to keep these secrets.
I thought I had enough guilt to swallow without needing yours. I cant bare to pay the cost of the damage that loose lips will cause.
On nights like tonight, some would find it comforting to know in my new apartment there is nowhere for me to hang myself.
col
