Done Poem by Nautica Moxley

Pain,
Cutting so deep,
Leaving me open,
Open to everything and everyone,

Hurt,
Sinking into my body,
Stabbing my weary soul,
Until my fragile body is numb to every touch,
Every feeling and emotion,
Unable to feel any pleasure,

Betrayal,
Smashing every ounce of trust in me,
The little trust I had is now non-existent,
Vanished into thin air,

Loyalty,
I'm afraid I don't know of such a word,
I haven't quite had the pleasure of experiencing such a mystical thing,
Will you introduce me?