Inborn Suffering

These words...
These sighs, their meaning is dissolving.
When the past is revealed in each glance at pictures,
The softness dies under the weight of relentless regrets
Comfort...
I sought it in martyr's sore,
While my smiles deceived them all.
Over life's fake balms and lore
I know I can't rely on yours at all.
The darkest prayers, the shameful please
End without echoes, without answers.
I wonder, blinded, among false memories.
Lured by tales whispered by liars.
Despite their strokes, these shadows are bitter to my senses.