The lies pile up
Like dead flies on rotting food.
But with the words coming out of your mouth,
I think I would rather have the flies
And the rot.

Your voice fills my memories
And my nightmares.
I can't get it out of my head,
But the more I try,
The worse it gets.

Because you never gave a damn
How you made me feel.
I honestly thought that you cared about me
But looking back,
How could you have?

All I can remember now
Is the lies
And the manipulation.
Is that all there was?

There was more right?
More than just the way you turned everything on me.
Maybe I shouldn't say that
Because there were good parts.

Like the way you made me feel
When I didn't want to die.
I guess that was a good thing.
Or the way you held my hand and kissed me.
You made me feel alive.
Of course,
That was when I didn't feel dead.

Your face forever haunts me,
But I no longer associate it with the one I once loved.
Instead,
I think of lies and of the permanent marks they left emotionally and physically.
Because if I couldn't trust you,
Then who can I trust?

Your lies made me afraid of everything everyone says.
And it's not fair, its not fucking fair.
Why do you have this power and I have nothing?
Explain that,
Please.
I don't understand.

I'm sorry if it's my fault,
I truly, truly am.
But I'm not the first person you've lied to
And I'm certain I won't be the last.

You took everything.
My personality, my trust, hell, even my interests.
But I'm getting my fucking life back.
So stay out of it.