The Dungeon of Trust

Friendship

The Dungeon of Trust
I gave you the key to my fragile soul,
A sacred trust, a bond to hold.
But you wielded it like a weapon, cold,
And shattered the pieces you were once told.
From the very start, I sensed the decay,
Yet I stayed, hoping you’d change your way.
But your words cut deeper, day by day,
And left me hollow, a shadow of clay.
I came to you, seeking guidance, light,
But you twisted it into endless night.
One hand offers, the other strikes,
Yet I remained, bound in your spite.
Once, I admired the strength you showed,
But now I see the mask you sewed.
Evil cloaked in a facade you bestowed,
A master of pain, a cruel episode.
You knew my heart, my fragile core,
Yet you played the fool, then tore me more.
Now I’m trapped in a dungeon, locked doors,
A prisoner of thoughts I cannot ignore.
Does it make you proud to see me fall?
Does it feed your ego, standing so tall?
To break a spirit, to make it crawl—
Is this your victory, your twisted call?
I wish I had walked away that day,
Before you turned my world to gray.
But now I’m here, lost in dismay,
Searching for the strength to find my way.
Though you’ve shattered what I used to be,
I’ll gather the shards and set them free.
For even in darkness, I’ll find the key,
To rebuild the soul you tried to seize.
You may have broken my trust, my heart,
But my spirit’s fire won’t depart.
From the ashes, I’ll make a new start,
And rise again, mending every part.
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