Treasure Island

Pain's FallinAngel

(4/4/97 / PA)

Betrayal: (


All this time I fell for your sweet guy act
I thought you were so sincere
But now I can see you for what you really are
I really thought you were someone I could trust
I thought I was important to you
I thought you loved me
Now I'm forced to face the music
I was just another sucker
just another game
You don't care about me
how did i let you hurt me again
I don't know who I can trust now
The truth is a sword piercing through my heart
I gave up so much for you
But I was a joke
You left me so broken
so vulnerable
I feel like I'm nothing
I'm just a waste of space
like nothing good will ever come my way
why am I still here
What am I here for?
what am I worth
becouse i don't know anymore
What did I do to deserve this
Who am I
Is this my punishment
Am I cursed to always feel this hurt
Is there a way out
Am I the only one I could trust?
should I just isolate myself from the world
What do I do now?
Why does wrong always find me
I guess I can only depend on me, myself and I

Submitted: Friday, March 11, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, June 15, 2011

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