hey,

it’s not your fault

This generation My generation The future We hide behind glowing screens and words with no meaning Our so called “truth” filtered and edited until we are unrecognizable to ourselves Why do I like this version of myself better? I’m more confident I’m beautiful I’m handsome I’m kind

People tell me to die, accuse me of cheating, getting abortions, doing drugs Online. In a post. Two or three. Now a whole page dedicated to me, The worst parts of my life Laid out for the world to see Not all of it’s true But that doesn’t matter That I’m a human being, a member of our race

It’s easier to tell someone the “truth” when you can’t see their face.

Truth or dare Is it true That you want me You ask quietly

My heart hurts As water between us Rushing through And heat me up

I silently say no While screaming inside I miss you and Want to feel you

Why is it so hard To lie to someone Face to face I’m dying inside

Some simple little syllables, They’re impossible to say. Quite silly, don’t you think, How little sounds can get in the way. I know I want to tell you, But my head won’t let me I see your face and my thoughts will race But through a screen I can talk to you. Through my screen I can say All the things that ruined my day When I can’t see your face… When I can’t see your smile… The words somehow don’t get in my way

I supposed I was difficult In the end— No not the end This can’t be the end Can it?

I didn’t mean it to be an end It isn’t an end is it? It’s not my end

Just in part Though whole this pain does feel

I was the problem Or was I the victim? I was scared I was embarrassed

I was callous

Perhaps I can’t love anyone right I always thought I could My heart was so large But it seems pleasure grew with pain

I never thought I could hurt myself Not more than I already was Hatred was my drink of choice And I imbibed like a woman dying of thirst

And yet When the piece of me he tucked into his heart drove itself through my own I didn’t even see it coming

Hadn’t I given him the softest parts of my soul? Hadn’t I pillowed his fall? Why did this discarded shard feel so jagged?

I thought of the cracked and imperfect piece of myself Lodged in his chest And I wondered how long I had lived like a wound Taking pain from him with the very best

He had loved a blade like a flower And languished under my iron petals

I was never meant for a garden But the world grows ever colder without the heat of the greenhouse And my world begins to snow

It’s easier to tell the turth when you cant see their face And they had it so easy

It’s easier to tell someone the truth when you can’t see their face. That’s true. That’s definitely true. But what’s also true is that it also easier to lie to someone when you can’t see their face. It’s easier to give them False hopes Unkept promises Fake dreams.

And then you have absolutely no idea what to do. Say sorry? How? Ignore it? Forget that the person actually has feelings? That’s probably the best choice. Or at least it’s the most popular.

But at that point you lost someone. And sometimes when you lose people you aren’t always able to find them again.

To the person who’s been there for me I can’t express enough the impact you made. I was going through a hard time and needed someone to stay. And you did not only that but you helped me through.

Your the first person in a long time that stayed by side when I broke down Sure I had friends on Colorfy but they can’t compare to you. Your the first person I trusted since Beckah.

I don’t usually break down and tell the truth in-front of people but for you I did

You never doubted my passion or dreams You always supported me

Even last night when I said I sucked at sniping you helped me out till I got it

I can’t imagine life without you, Everyday I wake up like I’m not good enough trying to balance school and chores trying to please everyone just going through the motions

But when I get to hang out with you every evening all expectations melt away I can be myself around you I look forward to every day playing with you

And it’s truly made me happier then what iv been in a long time I used to wake up depressed now I wake up Thinking of you and the fun we get to have

Your the best part of my day and I’m so glad our paths crossed

You mean the world to me

And I hope you know I will always be there for you

It is easier to tell someone the truth when you cant see their face. I know that’s true. Those are words of an experienced liar, And it takes one to know one. Lies are my first instinct, always. Sometimes I can’t even help it. They just slip out of my mouth, Even when I really try. “Liar, liar, liar,” The voices in my head whisper. “Liar. Coward. Worthless no-good moron,” The voices hiss.

I’ve told so maybe lies I don’t even know what the truth is anymore. Because sometimes a voice in me says: “No! No, I try my best to be honest, To be kind, To be enough for the people I love.” But is that just what I need to hear? Is that just what I tell myself, To get through? Or is it the pretty little monsters that are lying? I don’t know. I want to believe that all my lies are forgivable, That maybe I am worth it. But how can I, When I don’t trust myself? How can I, When all I do is lie?

It's easier to tell someone the truth, When you can't see their face. I wait like a home-alone puppy, I finally get to feel your embrace. I light a vanilla-scented candle, I had the motivation to tidy the place.

The phone notification chimes, I open your message in haste. “I fell in love with somebody else…” My smile has drifted into space. Tears of mascara have left stains, My perfect makeup has gone to waste.

Despite my trembling fingertips, I respond back in hurt disgrace. “Whoever she is, she deserves better,” I always treat love like a race. It's easier to tell someone the truth, When you can't see their face.

The moon shining bright tonight, guiding the way to every creature and being in the darkness — A crisp breeze caressing the leaves, and the branches of the trees of an ancient forest.

Silent bare feet walking upon a smooth black and white — the white lines streaked the black marble like a fierce bolt of lightning in the nighttime. And the silent feet continued to caress the smooth black and white marble with every step they took.

‘It is easier to tell someone the truth when you can’t see their face’

A woman — glanced at her dark mirror — The mirror is black-coloured — oval and baroque designed.

She murmured a few incomprehensible words to the dark mirror. A thick grey and blackish fog appeared in the mirror-glass. Then it showed her what she wanted.

In a flash, she heard something, she whipped her head to see who is behind her — it was a tall man. Standing 6’1 tall.

He is paler than the moon – raven and wavy shoulder-length hair that descends on his shoulders like an ebony river — cold slate eyes that seem to pierce her very core. He wore long gothic leather jacket – grey gothic vest and black velvet gothic pants and a Kriss ancient dagger in his cold hand. She gasped as she looked at him. She didn’t like him in the slightest.

“Ello, little miss,” He greeted her. His tone is anything but welcoming and sweet.

“What do you want?” She asked coldly.

He licked his pearly teeth “Is that a way to greet your guests?”

“Enough games,” She admonished. “What do you want?”

“Beauty is one of your traits and so is perceptiveness.” He chuckled at her.

She looked at him; she narrowed her eyes at him. And then it strucked her, He is the architect of her pain and suffering, The reason that her father is dead.

She looked at him with her hard oslo eyes. “You will pay for this.” She growled.

He made a hand gesture mocking her “Many have said the same yet they didn’t live to make it.”

“Oh, But they aren’t me.” She growled once again, bearing her teeth at him.

Her hand glows with black glow, She lunged at him, trying to kill him. He chuckled at her, he raised a finger and she was sent flying, her back colliding with the hard wall.

He looked at her with a sinister smile. “It’s easier to tell someone the truth when you can’t see their face” His mocking voice echoed in the place.

He surveyed her with his slate-cold eyes. As he stood there, a dense cloud of black smoke suddenly surrounded his body, enveloping him completely. In a matter of seconds, the smoke dissipated, leaving behind no trace of the man. It was as though he had vanished into thin air.