One lie One harsh lie One to drive apart A friendship from months ago A love only barely cultivating Barely more than a month old
A liar Her betrayal scarred Scarred a friend And their honor
She lied and tried to take him down He told the truth and was called a liar Now he is alone there He is secluded from them
Her betrayal slashed across him A **** appeared One so deep He needs a new heart
His walls were brought down by her He trusted her He trusted her with everything And she took that and burned it Threw it into the mud Soiled the purity and innocence he had with her Every moment of joy he felt with her Gone in a second
But he never broke down in front of her They would never see him shatter And collapse from her Not ever He instead turned to friends Asked for help and got some But he turned to himself
A razors' edge on his body Red trails followed it Slowly he watched the red as it fell Splashed across the floor and left even more red paint He simply stared at the puddles The sting was nothing more than a numb throb He couldn't let them see him like this Breaking down and bleeding
He hid himself Didn't let anyone see His collapse and descent From calm and cool and collected To broken and shattered and crumbled
He didn't want anyone to see this So he wrote this
Self harm is a serious issue and if you think someone is harming themselves, offer help; even a shoulder can save someone. This poem is both from my experience and my friends'.