the truth behind the lies

Hello...

I just wanted to ask you,
I don't mean to pry,
Or be a bothersome menace;
I'm just trying to ask a question.

Who am I?

You used to call me your own.
Used to tell me stories of how love could prevail.
Did you really think that it could save you in the end?
Was I your saviour?

Who am I?

You used to make me laugh.
Used to make me smile for the craziest things.
Did you really think that the happiness would drive the sorrow away?
Was I your sunshine?

Who am I?

You used to hold me close.
Used to bare your body and soul to me.
Did you really think that my body could heal you?
Was I your life?

Who am I?

I need to know
Why I survived.
I need to know
The truth behind the lies.

So stop.

And then think back.
Try to tell the truth.
Am I living a lie,
Or do you really love me?

Hello...

...and goodbye.