CorruptedThe scars remind me of the past.
The past I didn't want to remember.
Not the part I want to remember.
I've been corrupted.
My mind is going,
My soul is going with my heart.
Black and broken.
I've tried fixing it myself,
But I can't seem to fill in the small bits.
Love has no meaning to me anymore.
Lies continue to grow.
I find the truth in some,
But that doesn't clear my eyes.