I've tried evading the situation

but I have bled for too long

and I can no longer be strong

My heart has called for a confrontation.

The betrayal is quite tiresome

I know I’ve trusted the wrong people

And it has molded the person I have become

As there are stab wounds bleeding from my cervical

down to my sacrum

because I never thought I’d find myself drowning in betrayal

There are holes scattered across my torso

As all the bullets have gone through

They just make me wish
I had never opened up to you

You should be missing a finger

As you made a promise

But I forgot, that everywhere, serpents do linger

And you chose not to be honest

And now you might think I’m talking about you too.

But have you ever wronged me?

That should be enough of a clue.


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