Bleeding Out All Your Lies

some say the truth hurts
and that i came to realize
you sold me a dream
but now
im bleeding out all your lies
you opened up a wound
you hurt me and made me cry
but now what i see is
im bleeding out all your lies
you played me like game
but now you ran out of time
i guess you can see
im bleeding out all your lies
you held me captive for a very long time
and as i bleed out all your lies
i see you cry
pack up your bags
there goes the door
sorry to tell you
but i cant bleed
anymore

by mers muniz

Comments (1)

Bleed..bleeding..what a lot of wounds in this poem! Yet, if we could accept the idea that our true wounds are old ones and the new ones are only their revivals..however this poem deserves ten as mark.