My Negativity As A Positive

Betrayal

I have lived for so few years,

living a life with so many fears. 

One thing that can never disappear,

is the agonizing feeling of despair.

It haunts me,

taunts me,

stalks me, 

grows deep from inside me.

It consumes my every being.

It's called,

Betrayal.

Causing cuts so deep, 

it's basically impossible to repair.

The scars show so much proof,

proof of the pain you rained down on me,

proof of the sorrow that seem to binds me.

I tried to forget,

I tried to forgive,

but the damage you dealt, 

continues to slay me.

My sadness.

My grief.

My trauma.

My pain.

It can never be erased.

Broken so bad,

it seems simpler to just take out the trash.