This is to the person who shot me down.
Made my comfort disperse into the deep dark grounds.
somebody I saw as a good close friend.
somebody who I gave my shoulder to lend.
I think of the time I spent, my time you borrowed,
You repaid me back with regrets and with sorrow.
The person who betrayed my self worth and betrayed my trust,
Using me to cure his selfish need for lust.
You got in my mind, entering though a vulnerable gate.
You filled my head with humility you changed my mind state.
My body feels worthless and my security is gone.
I question how things ended up so wrong.
My mind often wonders, my heart tends to sink.
I blame myself too much. ‘Why didn’t I just think?’
‘I’m not that person’, is what I always use to say.
‘I got myself into the situation’ is what I think as I lay.
This is to the person who now lives life so freely.
No thought or attention to how I might be dealing.
Walking down the corridor, with his smug fucking smile.
he’s walking down MY corridor, His face is fucking vile.
It’s not just his appearance. His personality makes me crawl
I feel so many emotions when I see him in the halls.
my head is is a maze. A trap. With no escape.
My thoughts are almost drowning, in a mind full of hate.
But each day I grow stronger. You’re no relevance to me.
It’s a bigger loss for you, a loss one day you’ll see.
My mind will now flourish, because you’re no longer here.
I have a great support system. That makes me see things clear.
I need to understand my feelings, I need time to learn.
Your life to me, is nothing for my concern.
So this is to the person who shot me down.
you have no significance to me. You’re no longer around.
I might continue to struggle, continue to hate.
But the first step to moving on. Is closing that old, hate-filled gate.