I guess I made myself out to be something I’m not.
I guess I told one story too many.
And now they know.
Not they know who I really am.
Now they know how much if it was lies.
I don’t know if I can get out of this one.
This time the hole is too deep.
Too deep for me to climb out of.
If only I would have been honest.
I only I would have told the truth.
I wouldn’t be here.
In this hole.
But I couldn’t help it.
I’ve never been able to help it.
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Categories: flash fiction