Betrayal: is it really a necessity of life? Are children born with that desire entwined with their bones? There's a bullseye on my back--a target for the knife, And the names that are called hurt more than sticks and stones. Words carry powers much stronger than all might; When used correctly, they can push people into their tombs-- Like when you 'fell for me'; well, that's what you chose to write, Willing me on whilst **** ran down the legs of your costume.
I have wanted to say this for a long time. My life is a long succession of waving people goodbye, as, despite what they tell me, they always hurt me and disappear in the end; friends, family, supposed lovers--everybody. I don't understand why it happens, and I feel ******, hence the title.