The quiet room becomes loneliness

Walls, distance between me and you

But the real distance between us is in our hearts and minds

Lines drawn, boundaries made

You say numbness is your friend and you can’t trust.

Trust in our friendship or all is dust

Rusting tears and drawn out fears

I have to come to about your well being

But your only seeing lies right now

and however many lies you believe

it doesn’t make them the truth

the truth is hard to handle

it cuts like an knife at an angle

like slash across flesh soft and thin

it feels as if its across my heart

ignorance is bliss

but lies kiss

is poison slowly killing your soul

the truth like a scalpel

hurts but it removes the cancer

and drains the pus filled fluid of lies.