• Betrayal— the hurt never goes away
    Like a song, it plays
    On your emotions,
    With peaks and downs.

    High up, staring at a gaping trench,
    While standing in the crisp, fresh grass
    With my friend.
    I step closer, amazed at it.
    Seems it would go on forever.
    I turn around to tell her this
    And am stabbed in the heart.
    Cruelly, evil grin ruling her face,
    She twists the knife,
    Agonizing pain.
    From her push, I fall backwards.
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    I go, trench walls flying past.
    Red is all I can see,
    The red of searing pain,
    Blind rage,
    Murderous hate.
    I curse at her as I fall,
    Trying to get a grip of the slippery walls.
    She turns a deaf ear to my violent screams,
    And yells after me, to shatter my reality
    "You were never worthy of me!
    I was never truly your friend!
    I never cared about you!"

    Black surrounding me, I cry in desperation,
    Anger, sadness, separation.
    Slowly, thinly, my fury starts to fade.
    Then, I do realize what had happened.
    Still falling, maybe I'll never stop.
    Nothing around me but the suffocating black.
    BAM!

    I hit rock bottom,
    Injured, wounded,
    Broken.

    Empty anger tries to overrun me,
    But hurt and anguish paired up with
    A smoldering rage and crushing despair
    Are all I can feel.
    Lying on unforgiving stone,
    I break out in sobs, all alone.
    In sobs of despair, fury, hate,
    Loneliness, hopelessness, and terrible pain.
    Will I die here?
    Will I ever escape?

    After most of the hysteria has past
    And my eyes have run out of tears,
    I rise up, attempt to stand.
    Pain washes over me, from all my wounds.
    I stumble, biting back a cry
    And clutch the knife, still sticking from my chest.
    I brace myself for the coming hurt
    And pull, pull, pull.
    Bloodcurdling screams tear from my throat as I drag it out,
    Blood gushing over my trembling hands.
    All I can feel, all I can think is
    My agony, and the cause, through the anguished haze.
    The knife is out, I fall to my knees.
    Ragged gasps burst out of my heaving chest.
    Blood everywhere, blood all over me.

    I recover a bit, but forever scarred,
    Learning, in the world's cruel way,
    That in order to survive, I must rely upon me.
    Needing to get out,
    Needing to leave,
    I gather all my strength,
    And scale the wall.
    And on that note, I promise myself
    I will not let her win.
    I will survive this shattering blow.
    I will truly live.