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I tried all I could
tried everything
everything, I could possibly give
but always been misunderstood.
I let them in with open arms
with acceptance
giving them a chance
making them feel safe, towards no harm.
I open up to them freely
with flaws
just because
I trust them fully
Saying we would have each other's backs
never really put it to consideration
that they had different intentions
not to defend, but to attack.
Not to care, but to hurt
to enter, to then leave
I was naive
to even think they were my comfort.
It's always been this way
receiving the other end
the end of a knife, even bended
the sharp metal, where in my heart it lays.
Metaphorically
that's how I feel
to their appeal
it's funny.
It's always been funny
that's why I laugh
to hide the pain on my behalf
and my vulnerability.
To them, it's a weakness
you have to fit in
It always has been
just to satisfy their necessities none other less.
Weakness equals to exposure
meaning vulnerability, including emotions
foolishly listened to their reasons
they sure were good manipulators.
They succeeded
did the damage
I don't know how long I can manage
to hold it any longer than intended.
I can't take it anymore
I am not okay
and in dismay
my heart still sore.
I already picked up the pieces
Forgave them for their betrayal
But was never able
To heal my bruises.
To forgive
and to forget
I forgave
but never forgot.
-A-
"Why would you do that to me after I gave you everything that I had?"
ARA
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