The heaviness in my heart, so dense and sad, hangs on my soul like a thick green army canvas soaked in rain.
Lying and sneaking, betraying and pretending.I bury it from my conscience just like a drunk hides their empties, but it’s still there.When all of the cracks and crevices are filled where will I put this guilt?
So many hours spent with my heart racing
Spent spending precious money.
I’ve spent half my savings.I’ve lost half my soul.