Honestly, I'm Lying

eventually, I'll be able to break
these shackles around my ankles
Days later, I look down
and there's nothing there
ahhh, satisfaction
the sweet smell of iron,rust, and salt
Form tiny crimson red puddles on my bathroom floor
Breathe, Its worth it right?
WRONG.
I seem to make poor choices frequently
I am ashamed to say so
But thats the good thing about poetry
You the reader, aren't sure if im lying
Or if this is used to capture your attention
I am lost
Stuck between a rock and unrealistic place
This is what happens when an immovable force meets
and unstoppable object
You Can confide in me
Tell me your deepest secrets
I'll tell you what you want to hear
Just so you'll stay around
Long hard sighs escape my lips
Someone deserves to know the truth
and Honestly, I'm Lying.