olga, 43 - 27 сентября 2010 02:23

Many times the ones we trust most are the ones who hurt us the most.

When trust is gone there is nothing left just a sad and painful mess.

That’s a lesson I learned so hard from all the god-forsaken things you have done.

I had your back; you had my soul and beat it till my blemished lips mouthed nothing but a loathing groan.
I never thought you destroy me so; you played with my emotions and snapped them like pencil

Not even to cry or give a care just took my mind damned it bare.

You try to turn it all around; put all the blame on me

By reminding me of what we use to be

You say “I had my reasons and I gave you chances” but you killed them all

So you sit there laughing your cursed laugh, as I slowly fall into the deep unknown.

I blame myself for this I guess… for I saw the green flame glowing in your glassy eyes

But I chose to devise for you to help you through the suppose “hell” you go through

I am stronger now and I suppose this is the time where I learn who my real friends are

I think its time I delete it all as I walk down this long dreary hall

Because the old me is gone

And everything this time is said and done

Said and done….

Said and done….

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