Betrayal

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You pathetic little w***e,

How could I pity you anymore?

Through all of the lies you spread,

And all of the hell you caused,

I stayed with you till the end,

But our friendship was all pretend.

Could you be any more of a b***h?

Why don’t you just jump off a cliff and be done with it?

Your life will amount to nothing.

I know your type.

You get pregnant at 16 and die.

So good luck with your meaningless life.

You’re nothing but a waste of breath;

A worthless human being.

The scum of society.

Author's Note

please don't complain because of the cursing.

Reviews

[Summer D.]

Interesting, I wish the nature of the betrayal could've been explored a little bit more. It wasn't horrible but it wasn't that great either...

I'm not going to complain about the cursing, but I felt that the cursing took away from the potential and meaning of the poem. Just a comment/ personal opinion. It could've been written with a bit more grace. :P

-Rewrites-

You pathetic, sorrowful excuse for a human, the player of hearts- The mistress of lies.
How could I pity you anymore?
Through all of the lies you spread,
And all of the hell you've raised
I stayed with you till the very end,
But our friendship was all pretend, fabricated, a lie.
Could you be any more of a selfish person, a heartless wench?
Take the fall from the cliff, cast your life into the bottomless pit, be done with it.
Your life, pointless and unworthy, will amount to nothing.
I know your type, your cunning tactics, and soft croons.
You sell your love to the highest bidder, inject yourself into the darkest of passions, discard of your flesh and blood without the second of thought- The pinch of the needle is all it takes.
You're going to die sooner or later, there's nothing left for you here anyways.

So good luck with your meaningless life.
You’re nothing but a waste of breath, a sore sight to my watchful eyes;
A worthless human being.
The scum of society, that lurks among the bottom rift raft, grabbing for whatever shines-
How unfortunate was it, that my friendship shined the brightest, among the coins littered on the sidewalk- That unfortunate, cold, bitter evening?

- End -

I dunno. That's sort've how I would have went about it. Again, this is different.
Not bad~ Well done.

- S.D