Burning on the fires of hate.
Backstabbing comments, white hot,
directed at me, cutting me deeply.
Tell me, what did I do to you?
Will someone please tell me?
Confused, beaten, and bruised,
I stand up one more time.
Trying to defend myself,
without hurting you.
Why do you do this?
I thought that we were friends.
I saved a place for you,
a place in the heart you are now abusing.
I shared my secrets and thoughts,
and now you are destroying them.
Destroying every last one right in front of my eyes
Why can’t I tell you to get out?
Why am I so weak?
Why does everyone I hold dear turn on me?
You’re not the first, not by a long shot,
and you won’t be the last, that I’m sure of.
How can you do this?
Can’t you see the damage, some by you, and some by others?
You’ve been with me from the start of this storm,
a constant rain, constant trials, and these you saw me go through.