I prefer the ugly truth over a beautiful lie.
The lie today won’t save me from the hurt that the truth could bring tomorrow.
Just keep me restrained.
I don’t want to seem insane.
But I could still die from a bullet or an arrow.
No matter how hard I fight it, saying you lied to keep me from hurting is not for my benefit.
It’s a slap in the face.
You knew it wasn’t right and it can’t be erased.
You shouldn’t expect me to be okay.
You shouldn’t expect me to forget and forgive you.
A lot needs to be fixed for me to stay.
Wounds take longer to heal themselves.
They need to be cleaned before you put on the bandage.