COLORS OF BETRAYAL

I’ve never thought of walking away from a friend but today is different.

The betrayal I feel runs through my core.

The pain I feel can not even be explained in words.

The desire for vengeance is pulling me to dark holes I would rather never be in.

My pen is shaking because my hands are trembling with anger and disgust.

The saliva in my tongue has gone dry because the numbness I feel is dehydrating my loins.

My blood-shot eyes can be seen fighting tears of deception from falling.

My speech seems to have become impeded because the words I want to utter are distasteful and disgracing which is against my nature.

The mask of the monster in me has fallen off and my attacker stands no chance.

The stab in my back has left a wound that I may never totally recover from.

You have left a dark fog that will forever linger in my mind.

The truth is, it is hard to fight in a fight that is not fair.

Don’t ask me to trust you when I’m still coughing up water from the last time you let me drown.

Remember;

“There are many people who will betray you countless times and act like they are the one’s bleeding and even go further by receiving help that should have been yours while your body drips blood till you finally run dry and die.”

“I am not crying because of you; you’re not worth it. I am crying because my delusion of who you were was shattered by the truth of who you are. “

                                   – Steve Maraboli

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