Shaneice: The poems that tell my story

Fake

The people I thought would help me

Turned out to be the people who

Stabbed me in the in back

Not only once but multiple times

I thought that had recovered

But I haven't and

I don't think I will

The wounds are deep

They'll take time

But it's not on my side

I've cried so many times

And now I'm in need of water

I look for water that will nourish me

But its nowhere to be found

Theyll don't care as long as

They have it all and I get none

I pretend that it doesn't get to me

And when I do they stab me deeper

Then drink the water of nourishment

in my face and

They laugh as I am forced to watch them