Paper Cuts

Dear reader, unearth me
Before I fade to black
These pages, razor blades
Secrets I can’t take back
Don’t you dare, you promised
That’s where I spill my guts
My hopes and vitriols
Big words and paper cuts

I wrote those words to you
And every bit was true
But you were not meant to read them
Those words were mine

Unveil me, my diary
Like ghosts here from the past
Will follow without mercy
Some words were built to last aeons

I wrote those words to you
And every bit was true
But you were not meant to read them
Those words were mine

I wrote those words to you
And there wasn’t much else to do
But you were not meant to read them
Those words weren’t mine

These pages
Razor blades
Secrets I can’t take back