Lies

I’m a master of words that will tear you apart. I manipulate them just so until I break your heart. Never will anyone you ever meet compare to the cold heartless bitch that you have to bear. You’ll never be able to outrun my whispers painfully pulsating like sore blisters. I’m a curse of slander that you’ll never be freed of, so take your time when trying to find love. Anyone who is able to get into your mind will find me there until the end of mankind. So again, be weary of who you choose because I, Depression, will forever be your muse.