A masked [person]

The lies beneath the truth in us all
The illusions of grande,
that send us afloat
to write the passage of time
history was built on the lies
protecting the truth

was it love?
or just lust?

The person you knew
has forgotten about you
now what is there left to do
There is no sorry
no forgiveness
no one to blame
backed into a corner
with no way out
kicking and screaming
flailing about
why don't you just give up
the pressure's intense
it's too hard to breath
just die now
you're not going to win
There's nothing left to the lose
the one you loved has forgotten you
move on with your life
you'll make it though


looks like I've gone back to writing poetry...I've really gotten rusty I'll post it anyways just cause i can anyways...

There's a message to it
I'll leave you to understand
exactly the meaning at hand