The Lies I Hear...

What lies I have been telling myself at night,
As I curl up with my pillow tight.
The pain and lies that seem so pure,
The truth which has no cure.

Tonight I lay here, thinking of tomorrow,
How good it should feel in the morrow.
But as I close my eyes, I see.
The pain and lies that come to me.

The lies I've felt in my chest,
Which leave me with no rest.
Now I sit and ponder why,
Must I slowly die inside?