I laid my heart out in the open court For all to judge The jury took their places The media, my family, my friends All sat and prepared My heart was its own attorney With the devil as the prosecutor My heart wept as the charges were brought down Upon hundreds after hundreds The list was endless Or bottomless it seemed In the end I was found guilty Of every single one And was sentenced to spend the rest of my life Dwelling in my mistakes.
Reason for writing:
Everyone has secrets that they don't tell anyone about. And some have secrets that pray on their minds until it gets so bad, that everything explodes.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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