Keep searching but you'll never find me. Not in this place where I've buried my soul and everything that I am. Is your life fiction? Is your life a lie? Do you lie to get to the next day? Hoping no one notices?

Your secrets are decaying me. I can go forward with a limp and maybe I won't fall, but know that you're killing me. I don't want you to know to make you feel guilty--I just want you to stop. I want to stop bleeding internally.

Better teach him to run before he gets gunned down.

Which one are you? I hate the sun. Burn me and shove me inside your decrepit lies.