This poem is called Betrayal. When I wrote it I also wrote the litle blurb at the top.
Have you ever felt what it feels like to drown? The pain deep within your chest, slowly making it’s way into your heart? That’s kind of what betrayal feels like. Except to match the slowly growing aching in the chest, its matched with a headache, and sometimes even your throat closes up on you, leaving just a big enough hole for you to breathe. Betrayal is an emotion I am familiar with. Something that I seam to always end up with when the rides over. Well this ride is over, that’s for sure. But I’m about to get on another and this ones going to leave me with nothing. It’s called the ride of revenge. Some people say that revenge doesn’t solve anything. But if someone hurts you horribly, what the hell are you supposed to do? Betrayal comes in match with pain, anguish and suffering. And possibly even suicide. No I’m not going to commit suicide… but I am going to make her pay.
Left behind,
Standing in the rain,
A knife in my hand,
Take away my pain,
Instead of killing me,
Right then and there,
You said,
Wallow in your own misery,
Loneliness and despair,
And when you’ve had enough,
Take your own life,
Because I will not do it,
So you gave me the knife.
I stood there,
Looking at it for a moment,
And a promise was made,
So you made a last comment,
No matter how long you wait,
Were the words spoken,
This is true fate,
And you will surely die,
By your own hand.
And then it was raised,
Placed apon my own wrist,
I began to cut,
Hand rolled in a fist,
The blade went out,
With a flash of steel,
Into your neck,
Turned on my heel,
Walked away,
Laughing as I went,
You seal your own fate,
Pull it out and see what I meant,
Somehow still living,
Only because of that knife attached,
You ripped it out,
It was mercy you lacked,
You died in the mud,
I walked away,
With bleeding wrists,
And to your dismay,
Instead of you watching,
Me die all alone,
You died,
In the mud,
Where you truly belong.