I had to learn that a helping hand can be the same one holding the knife,And that my own two hands are the only ones I should entrust with my life,
Because you never know the secret intentions that someone has devised,
And by then it'll be too late to heal yourself from this demise.
Now I walk around with a V for Vendetta on my mind,
You better hope I don't get close to you because I won't be so kind,
Unlike you, I won't stab you from behind,
And I will bury your body in a place that no one will ever find.
Betrayal only comes from people you know,
And I guess that's why it feels like a much more heavy blow,
Because you would have never believed they could ever stoop that low,
To cut you at your knees, so that they may be able to grow.
- A.S
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PoetryA collection of short poems about feelings in life, all written during my down time at work lol Topics include: Heartbreak/love Suicide/death Drugs/alcohol Depression Life