Pain

A laceration of the heart;

Betrayal by one you once held dear.

Words cut deeper than wounds

Bile hatred rising from my stomach,

How could you do this to me?

The long years we spent together,

Now tossed aside, meaningless

Hurt and sorrow engraved on my face.

Did I ever mean anything to you?

Or was I just another puppet,

Manipulated by your evil grasp.

Desperation, an obedient dog

Looks woefully at its master.

Was that the real you,

Or just another fa├žade?

Can't give you the satisfaction

Of seeing me fall.

Another scar runs deep,

Lined with sorrow,

Not for me, but you.

A single tear runs its course to meet the others.


a/n: What do you think? Should I leave it up or take it down? Review please.