Sometimes it's hard to forget
The pain that you once caused
The hurt that you inflicted
No care to our pain
You laughed so cruelly
Like it was a game
Yet it wasn't me
That twisted that jagged knife
And stabbed it so deep
The flesh held on
The blood dropped like water
On its holy path
You played the god
And ended up the fool
You hurt your family
Turned so nasty
Said cruel things
As your mother weeped
Fought like a coward
As your farther held on
Your friends were next
They didn't matter
Pushed them away
Filled them with dread
As you barraged them with your hate filled stares
You turned so nasty
No longer pure
Your tarnished
Nothing more
YOU ARE READING
Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
PoetryA short poems that I hope you all like or relate to This is a picture from google.
