Is a bit depressing, but that's like most of my poems so please read it anyway.

The Making

Heavy hearted, bruised and broken

Walking a never ending path of pain

Tricks and lies line her past

Betrayals, her future.

Everything, everyone surrounding her, has shaped her

Has pounded at her pale flesh,

Tended to her bleeding wounds

But in the end it’s all the same.

The pain still hurts, the joy still tingles.

Drugs and alcohol don’t work

Parties, all attempts at forgetting the pain

Forgetting the confusion.

Forgetting the heartache.

More lies, more heartache, more confusion.

He loves me, he loves me not

She loves me, she loves me not

They love me, they love each other.

They hate me…they hate me not.

Sleeping dreams of dark places

Where bright lights don’t seem so bright

Dark alleys don’t seem so dangerous

Truth and honesty don’t seem important

And love is the ultimate betrayal.