He Lied To My Heart

Goin through my shyt from my 8th grade year... kinda revised sum of the bullshyt-e ass words... here it is:


I'm too naive to be lied to,
iHate the thought the thought of B.S
Pounded by deception with a misconception that the person were/was/is so real.
Being cut open by a germ of the infected truth.
Sleeping with Habitual believers in themselves
when they know not themselves and what they speak.
Cracking every character code anyone has setup.
How do iKnw u ask?
iDnt.. I'm too naive to be lied to..
No one would ever lie to me..
so why do iCry?
why do iFeel the pain of those who are able to function knowin that lies exist?
why does a cut to the wrist, or a neck in a rope make the lies even more of the truth?
every phrase, every sentence, every word, every letter of a lie produces a tear
all pain is endured when you find out that being naive is a lie itself.
and with cutting and ropes u realease the shyt from da start
to believe another lie, "IT WASNT ME... it's my heart!"

WOW didn't know you wrote poetry nice!

yuh das when iWas goin through it in the 8th grade... smh @ my bf at the time

Admin wrote:

yuh das when iWas goin through it in the 8th grade... smh @ my bf at the time

yo poems alrite but mines way ebtta