Betrayal is a sickness mixed with love the pain has no cure.
With a silent scream,
I am locked in my reflection, a stone still stare.
My eyes become empty with confusion and tears.
Numb....there I sno comfort in any kindness.
Lives once apart of me now motivate chaos and destruction.
the hurt sufficates everything but cries and hate.
Happiness no longer,
an anger concretes a nothingness that surpasses seeing red.
Broken completely,
you are at fault everything beautiful
we had is dead.

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