How do I trust?
When all I see is daggers.
One wrong step
And I dont walk, I stagger.
I used to think it's me
Against the cold, cruel world.
But I couldn't be more wrong,
Because by my loved ones was the dagger hurled.
I never had support,
A nice game of pretend.
They stripped me of everything,
Never once did they repent.
Why me? I sobbed
The nights became my days.
The darkness and misery,
It never ends, it stays.
I have heard and seen,
The worse and the worst.
And I pretend as if I am fine.
But how much longer can I hold up?
I am strong,
I don't usually cry.
I used to say this,
Now it's such a big and fat lie.
I laugh at my situation,
Because everyone says I deserved it.
But I wonder,
Do they know I died? My emotions completely obliterated?
They didn't know me,
Because if they did they wouldn't have.
But can I even complain?
I need to live up and be the disgrace they say that I am.
A/n: Have you ever been backstabbed and pushed down to the rock bottom by the ones you loved? The ones you trusted? The ones you called your safe place?
This poem is dedicated to those who left you alone and never once tried to understand what and why of your actions.
To those, who never cared about what you were going through and made your life a living hell.
