Stabbed one too many times,
Betrayed by the ones I loved,
Scars are upon my body,
Enveloping my heart,
Trust once I was full of,
But not for long, as I am now empty,
Gone because no longer is there anyone I've met,
Who hasn't stabbed me in the back,
Probably veiwed me as a threat,
Betrayed by my friends for girls,
Betrayed by my girls for strangers,
Everyone is leaving my life,
They're all trying to kill me it seems,
If not a physical knife to the heart,
Then a wound of my own compassion,
It feels as though I'm so alone,
No one cares, no one believes me,
At the same time I am trusted by all,
I'm told everything by everyone,
For no apparent reason at all,
Yet I'm stabbed and betrayed again and again,
It hurts so much,
But from now on....I refuse to cry.
| This poem is one I can relate to in many ways and you have expressed your feelings deeply and very emotionally as well I hope things are much better for you now and look forward to reading more of your work.|
Betrayal is not something you can just get over right away it takes alot of time and soul searching. I like this write alot.
|| Posted on 2006-06-24 00:00:00 | by LadyMustang | [ Reply to This ] || isnt that the worst? you grow so close to people and they stab you in the back! serpent swines this write angers me at those snake like people you put your trust in and the moment your back is turned the stick one right in the back! you give them your tust you tell them you are friends and they bite at you like a dog! it enrages almost all over again grrrrrr fire and brimstone I'm mad as hell...those little devils. I'm sorry that is what this write does for me at this moment in time. sorry too mad right now,|
|| Posted on 2005-09-17 00:00:00 | by inspirit999 | [ Reply to This ] || tis piece of writing is so.. disheartening. it is like at that point in time, you never thought you can trust ever again. you mentioned tis is an old poem. I hope you have moved on from those times that left you scarred. |
as usual, I thought the piece would work/flow better when broken up into stanzas. unless of course, you meant for it to come across like a relentless rant to reflect your state then.
and I like the spirit at the end. keep going. and going..
|| Posted on 2005-07-20 00:00:00 | by wilted_ | [ Reply to This ] |