Thoughts

My lies aren’t the best,

and my words say things I wish they never said, 
my lips can’t go quiet any minute during the day,
and a week doesn’t go by if I don’t screw up everything I made.

My voice feels loud, messy, stuck down my throat, 
they shoved a thousand letters that I repeat non-stop,
reluctant to produce any better sound than the ones that were already there 
before someone decided they were not a good ending for this worthless piece of garbage. 

And I feel empty, now that I’m done, I feel empty,
as if I was standing between two fine lines whose are never-ending.

What if there was no ending?
What if there was a new way to call the things we get from the light of the dawn? 
Will it be the new beginning, or things will get progressively worse? 

And eventually, will the fate forgive all the sins the people pursue?
Most importantly, will the fate forgive all the decisions I took?