Is It Over?

I feel I must write

Or I might implode

I force the pencil to the paper

Emotional overload

So overwhelming everything I feel

Hurt

Sad

Alone

And

Afraid

Deceived

Abandoned

Used

And

Betrayed

Things I thought were guaranteed

Were simply an illusion

Friends till the end you and me,

A theory of delusion

Rose colored glasses

And smoke up my ass

You became a professional liar

I’ve forgotten the past

I told how things were

Straight forward to your face

You brushed me off your shoulder

Put what I told you in an unknown place

Why couldn’t you confront me?

We’re grown

Now out of touch

Treat me like I matter

Or is that asking you too much?

At least now, I can see my mistakes

I won’t wallow in the past

I’ve been treated this way before

You know you’re not the first

And I know you’re not the last