Betrayal

Today I figured out who caused my life to become hell. So this...this is dedicated to that person.

Betrayal.

The meaning of my life.

She stabbed me in the back.

How can I forgive her?

People say to let it go.

The hell I won’t.

She knows the damage she did.

She sees my pain every day.

How she doesn’t feel regret,

I don’t know.

How she can talk to me,

like nothing happened,

I wish I knew.

Now I have to live with the fact,

that one friend is dead,

and the other turned my life to hell.

Does she know the extent,

of the pain she’s caused me?

Does she know what I live with everyday?

Must not, because she doesn’t care.

Why should I?

So while she’s off with friends,

enjoying her Carmel Frappaccino.

I’ll be at home,

crying,

cutting,

because of the life she caused me.