V

the little pieces are falling apart,
that faces i no longer knew,
the smiles painted of hatred,
how small i am to know this,
how much i rather be at silence.


for all this time,
i was standing on a thread that never exist,
that based on lies,
that carried a heart that filled with revulsion.


how i am an idiot to still believe,
everything was going to be just alright.

-butter