Am I not good, I'm not gonna lie, ALL my life I've done nothing but try.
He treated me like trash, always puts me last, leaves me feeling like an outcast
My knees buckle, being under his knuckle, my hurt just hurts, I fee l like dirt.
The lies he speaks, yet he goes on, like there is nothing wrong
The perfect life he portrays, feel nothing less than another betray
The unseen truth, they would never believe, for behind close doors, where no one can see, you all have been deceived
There is so much more, you can not ignore, leaving one shocked to the core, I will hurt forevermore
I've been left all alone with the damage he's done, anyone can see I gave been outdone
I can not compete, truth betold, he has left every inch of me so very cold
Not as smart as I think, i could not detect his deceit, feels like I'm living in repeat, I better just a take a seat
The pain I have walked with these two feet, I'm feeling so weak, maybe it's time to call defeat
He fucked with my mind and my heart, gaslighting and lies, I can not rise, falling pieces of my heart, I ve completely fallen apart
How did this happen I thought I was smart, he always told me he'd never part, could be from the start.
He looked me in my eyes, as I lay there and weep untrue words spoken and very deep, your heart I'll hold and forever keep
Fell to my knees with utter dismay, for all along he had his way, this is the day he took it all away
What's wrong with me I whisper so soft I have no words for my voice had been lost
Lost in confusion my life was his game, and I was his one he'd aim all his blame
I see no real future all I see is pure bleak, for he's nothing more than and liar and sneak
Yet he goes on living his lie, my time now to say goodbye, for he will always deny
When will it end I often wonder, will I have to be six feet under?
Only thing left are piece of me, broken beyond my own disbelief, all scattered beneath
T
4/19/2023
- Author: T.68 ( Offline)
- Published: May 8th, 2023 08:10
- Comment from author about the poem: Trying to heal from the trauma of betrayal, writing was my outlet. I could express all my feelings, fears and doubts, as being in the midst of such pain, this is my way of helping me heal. I have wrote several
- Category: Sad
- Views: 16
- User favorite of this poem: Abby1234.
Comments3
Touching lines!
Apparently the brain doesn't distinguish between physical pain and emotional pain.
Makes me wonder if the healing process is the same.
Time is a healer
So they say
Without the poison
We would be okay
Thnx for sharing this, I think a lot of us can resonate with this.
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