Dark times

Some dark times are ahead of me,
and you will be tempted to abandon me,
not to witness what once was,
or once will be,
your own embarrassment,
your own forsaken memory

Some dark times are ahead of me,
and you will be tempted to turn your back on me,
not to immerse yourself in my trouble,
to keep living in a bubble
where so much wrong can be found
but the wrong can never be found in you

Some dark times are ahead of me,
and I would appreciate it
if you would stay away from me,
not to smoother me with your lies

I have a long way to go,
and I will need
room to breathe,
only brutal honesty to survive