The honest truth

I write the honest truth
to avail myself of it
to know whats in my head and my heart

I write the honest truth
to no where Ill part
where I started from.

I write the honest truth
cos if I don't
who's going to write on  my behalf

The honest truth is difficult to accept sometimes.
sometimes its a kick in the guts
other times its like looking into a mirror
and you don't like the reflection you see
as a monster stares back at you

The honest truth sometimes tells you to quit
other times it tells you to keep going
despite being in pain.

the screams
the cries of hatred for this life.
please don't take me as prisoner
the aching of knowing your not free from your thoughts

that your history has made you this way

There is no mask when the honest truth comes out and shares
its story
its shame
its eventual end.

the makeup is cleared away, the clothing does not matter
you cannot hide who you are
underneath that sweater

the honest truth has a way of lurking
and getting its own version heard.


Yes you want to scream
you want to cry but the tears don't fall
you want to punch the first object that comes into view

you stare at that image
and for a second its not you.

The honest truth
the expos'e
the paper front page
news story


are you coming or going in this life

You feel this immense pain from things that have happened.
you want to hurt those people who have hurt you
you feel like you cause pain and are a burden to those around you
and you cant live with the emotional pain and loss


do you even know
are you a survivor, or another victim of suicide.

before the honest truth makes its announcement!