Laced With Lies

Even at my lowest, when the night weighs deep,  

When silence is heavy, and shadows creep,  

When the echoes of doubt shake my core,  

There are some numbers I won’t call anymore.  

Not the ones that once knew my name,  

But left me drowning just the same.  

Not the voices that spoke in disguise,  

Feeding me comfort laced with lies.  

Not the hands that let me slip,  

When I reached out with trembling grip.  

Not the past that tempts and sways,  

Whispering warmth in hollow ways.  

Even in the darkness, raw and real,  

There are wounds I refuse to heal  

With voices that once felt like home—  

Some numbers are better left unknown.