Things left unsaid
Leads to built up anger and anxiety
To reveal all unknowns can relieve stress
So why do most make it their last priority

Did you lie? Did you deceive? Were you wrong?
Does it kill them more to admit it?
Most choose to die slowly within themselves,
But yet over time they lose more than they began with.

You hurt so they must hurt
because pride won't let you give in
No closure to be made
Forgetting does not mean it has come to an end

A simple misunderstanding
Could tear the most beautiful things apart
But a simple apology or confession
Could reunite the broken back beautifully like it was at the start

Some things are meant to be left unsaid
So you never truly cared if you don't let the other victim know
Living up to the fact that maybe they were wrong never happens
Instead they seclude themselves or just up and go

Abruptly ended things
Outsiders are left to wonder what happen so badly
One truth exists, yet many sides or tales are told
Reconciliation never happens, drama unfolds, and the end is near...sadly

Friendships broken, families torn apart
Relationships end and they prey's best friend is now depression
Akward silence yet no end to the acquisations
Even lies come to an end one day. Then all that's left is the confession.