A Plantation of Lies

Do you look at yourself in the mirror? I do. Beyond the disgusting husk and rotten teeth and dark circles I see someone who wasn't meant to be Somene who does not wish to be here anymore Also can be spied a collection of scars Both on the exterior of this shell And some on the mind inside of it as well These last ones The ones that doesn't go away, not even with time. Only the desiring eyes can see Even so, most choose to ignore And put in motion machinations to make some new ones To live, to die. What holds one from making this decision? The hope to hear some pleasant lies. To be somebody to someone The illusion of happiness Those three words are worth nothing And them are worth of even less yet When sprouting from the other's mouth Whose heart is bound to someone else The lies that make you want to die. Now, the time is nigh The time to end it all. But, just to be there one more time Just to be there with you Better to keep it in my head Without forgetting that once someone made you want to die Amidst the other lies and delusions And, then, ignite the gunpowder.