A feeling inside of me tells me you hate me
You know my deepest secrets
But I don't know yours.
Full of envy I feel, when you're around.
But your face says something else
and I fear your trust
Trust is a strong word I disown.
A word I no longer use.
For as you were my diary I wrote in and you opened it for others to read.
You kill me with your kind words,
you kill me with your lies,
you kill me because you were my friend
A friend who talked behind my back.
A black dark book with golden stains you are.
So mysterious but so bright.
You disowned me and now I kill myself with my insecurities.
