All my closest friends,
A betrayal, a knife straight to my heart.
Killing me inside in every way.
Left alone and wishing it.
To be left alone and avoid betrayal,
To avoid the hurt pain and suffering.
The knife to the throat at best, the tortured existence and the thrown aside.
Killing me from the inside.
A trusting and kind friend.
All broken the thrown from my heart.
Wishing for death.
Wishing for an end.
Wishing to be spared, of having all dear ripped apart before my eyes.
To be thrown open and chucked to oblivion,
Worse to see the pain caused.
The corrupting plan.
The pained existence of all once hopes for.
All gone in a flash before my eyes. To be roped from the neck, and strung up by those held dear.
To watch the drop and hope for death.
To hope for the end. To have all ripped apart before your eyes.
The plans, hopes and friendships, turned to dust.
Turned to nought and ruin before your being.
Wishing the same for yourself.
To be ripped apart, corrupted.
All plans fading into the dust.
All taken away before your very eyes.
The hopes all dashed and destroyed.
The ripping into my flesh,
My bodily prison,
My soul and heart. From those whom I thought cared.
Left with nothing.
An emptiness, waiting, and hoping.
For death. For an end.