"backstabbed" poems
She looks in the mirror;
Oh, how ugly! You say.
She touches her soft pink lips;
And you remind her of her ugly lies.
Ugly lies! Ugly lies!
Only trash coming from her heart.
She looks at her eyes;
Her dull, soulless eyes —
You tell her, how bland!
How flat and bleak!
It’s because of all the things
That she has seen.
She looks at her body;
You say, what an ugly mess!
You have all these fats
Placed in the wrong spots.
Why not starve yourself to death?
She turns around and looks at her back
You remind her
Of the ugly gnarled scars
And how she was backstabbed
By all that she loved
Because she is insecure
And will never be loved.
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC
the sum of my parts
is not greater than i am as a whole, no,
i am not simply a collection of scars
and ******** storylines, oh,
i
am more than
the gristle and bone
the fibers interwoven through my arms
my lily-white striped clavicle
this corpse is my throne
i am not simply a ******
i am a ****** with a history
i am mauve valleys' majesty,
i am more than just my regrets
and my atrophies
and if it's not commendable, well, at least it's a story.
i,
simply because of my condition,
have lived through more than you could imagine
i have burned down in the depths with fire-skinned demons-
with messes deeper than your credit-card sins-
and i
have managed to get through it
these are my battle scars
i've fought ******* wars
and yet you shun me as if i'm not a hero
as if i'm not honorable for just making it
but i know you simply don't possess the tenacity
or the strength of wit
to deal with my ****
there's no reason to reproach
the type of behavior which keeps me alive
when i've done greater things than you ever will
stop staring
like i'm some sort of reject
like i'm something to pity
like i'm something worth nothing
like i can't recover
this is just a bad habit
and though you may find it disgusting i know i
can find worse dirt staining your mind
even if i leave this life
without a square inch of me unscarred
i have never backstabbed
i have not given in
while your inky secrets stay unspoken,
mine are imprinted upon my skin
and darling, that's all there is
if i am hateful, i will show you so
i have nothing to hide
my mouth isn't lipsticked shut
so what
if i cut
i'm still a good person
and though my battle is visible
there is nothing more around the corner
i am here to stay
so are my scars
and that's all there is to say
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
she didn't
stab me in the back
the way that people
have in the past.
she looked me
right in my eyes
and stabbed me
in my chest.
she didn't
backstab me.
she stabbed me
mid-sentence, when
I was still talking and
still trusting her
and then she
watched me die.
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 7:50 AM UTC
Does your knife still remember the taste of my blood?
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
No matter how much you deny,
A lot of people don't know,
What really does go,
On in your mysterious mind;
They say you're ordinary,
Sweet, simple and soft;
But I know you better,
You're enigmatic and a hopeless fool;
I see right through you,
I see right past your innocent smile,
I see right past your sweet voice,
I see that you're a lonesome being with no choice;
To you, trust is a treasure,
Which has no measure;
To you, trust is a luxury,
That you cannot afford to lose;
You have a biased view,
About this world;
You think everyone is waiting,
To hurt you real bad;
You think the world wants,
You to fall deep into a bottomless pit,
You think they'd love to see,
The light in your eyes unlit;
According to you,
Sharing your secret,
Is like giving away,
Your credit card;
You may be a strong person,
But right now,
You're cautious, fearful and downright scared,
You're scratched, bruised and disfiguring-ly scarred;
You'd rather ****** your own family,
Than share your deepest thoughts,
You'd rather become a detached, holy saint,
Than give anybody the access to your heart;
To you, trust is a treasure,
Which has no measure;
To you, trust is a luxury,
That you cannot afford to lose;
But my dear, don't you see,
That you're a trapped bird,
Locked in a golden cage
Totally not free;
But my dear, don't you know,
That we, your people, aren't your real foes;
Your real nemesis, my dear,
Is you;
At first, your thoughts may seem mild,
But after a while,
They'll start running wild,
Staining, tainting and darkening your pure, pure soul;
Your poisonous thoughts will,
Take away the goodness of your heart,
Take away the humanity within you,
And carefully replace it with -
Fiery, scalding, burning anger,
Cold, grudging bitterness,
And a deep, carnivorous hunger,
To annihilate the ones who love you;
So, stop being so mistrustful,
Open out your heart
Slowly at first,
Then all at once;
Do not fear being backstabbed,
Because no matter what,
There shall always be people,
Who will be there for you;
Do not fear getting heartbroken,
Because, my friend, you're so strong,
And there are thousands of others,
Who'd help you mend your heart;
Do not fear everybody,
There might be ten people,
Who might hurt you,
But a thousand more who love you;
Contrary to what you think,
Pushing away the world,
Will make you sadder,
Not safer;
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
My stomach aches.
It's been quite a while since my stomach ached
and I knew, something was wrong
with me.
*Demons dangling.
soul shivering.
heart breaking.
life crushing.*
I didn't know what happened to me
back then,
and just roughly do I know it
now.
I used her, when I first met her
like a doll, like a puppet
a toy for pleasure, a plaything for my lust.
Later on I
*adored her,
protected her,
trusted her,
loved her,*
but I never said 'I love you',
till it was too late.
It was a sunny day
when you backstabbed me.
Sis say I've changed now,
but I am still the same man;
I just learned to understand valuing what I have
and not giving it away
carelessly.
*Shame you, shame your decision
shame me, shame my tolerance
shame him, shame his sadism
shame you all and your egoism.*
Lost my love, lost my job, lost myself
I'm trying to make better,
to grow,
fighting the enemy hidden
within us.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
He rose out of the ashes of corruption
He pledged to protect our beautiful nation
Befriend by many leaders
Trump proved himself as those around him backstabbed
a bright person to bring light
upon a clash of crocked ideals
Never selecting a "paid" vocation.
He uses his heart and pride of country as payment
as he smiles as those who fear and run from the truth
their feet run on the pavement
As they try to save what little they have left
in a dark legacy
Say what you want
they can never replace a true and noble warrior
Who took the oath of leadership
Over the strongest Nation in the world
The flag waves high in pride
as he steps on the White House Lawn
In earned light and proud stride.
I support him.
Trump.
Our "Cheif of Nations In Command"
of honest power and dignity
I shower him with respect and praise
as he earns a rose, the regal flower.
As he makes a path, for all, a brighter day.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
I dont care for for ppl who lie
Dont say you like me but want to be with someone else
Dont tell me its over and keep going
Stop pretending to be my friend if you talk about me behind my back.
Dont make me look bad to make yourself look good.
So over all that ive cut ppl out of my life
Its lonely but not wasting my time with ppl who can't be trusted
Sick of being backstabbed my kindness mistaken as weakness
im open and honest why do you lie
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 8:21 AM UTC
When the shoreline isn’t
the third floor, lightning won’t fly
at all or at once.
the trees turn to plastic
trees when Africa’s carved.
We won’t 'hurt' them that much.
I remember anticipation sneaking slowly
when we all had butterflies
in the stomach.
Remember the one who showed you
what was new? The one who gave
you chills down the spine?
When the trees of earth are the
algae of the sea, moss will be
endangered species
when the best mutation is gills,
the pastime will skid from consumption
to survival instinct.
when the institution holds the
artist down and uses
two rolls of gorilla tape
As long as everything remains
the same we won't have
to realize we're backstabbed.
The universe crystallizes and
the sea turns to muck; theoretical
garbage and ****
The clouds melt into the grass
The mountains drop and when
There’s no peak to see what’s left,
I'll be on top of my mountain
I got no hand in the outcome
And so I’ll turn at last.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC
Silver roses breaking hearts.
Beds with silver linings
And piles of piles.
Waiting all day in place
For a person.
Take a number,
stand in line.
You're not the first person here.
He takes up his instrument,
And plays one song.
The only song he knows.
The song of life.
Playing E sharps and B flats,
He composes as he plays.
But he's not improvising.
(He play's what's meant to be)
His song sounds different to all
Because their lifes goes to the music.
If he plays a bad chord,
You get backstabbed.
It he adds a sixth,
You lose a love.
If he plays a major,
You have a laugh.
If he plays a m7,
You fufill a dream.
But sometimes bad chords sound best.
And sometimes good chords make disharmony.
But then again,
Why do you care?
You don't decide your life,
He does.
Everyone is under his control.
Including him.
His song is powerful.
Even if he isn't.
His music is what sets him apart.
But he's just forcing you to hear his song.
You can't stop listening.
Even if you try.
He adds twists
And turns
And buckles
And cliffs
And jumps
And unrealistic explosions.
But, he doesn't know why he's even there.
He thinks,
"Why can't someone else play this?"
He's confused,
Is it true or is it not?
Or are his thoughts controlled by want?
He doesn't know,
So he continues on.
His song dies down,
Ending anti-climactically.
But as his story ends,
It starts again.
It turned out,
Time was cyclic.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 5:36 PM UTC
I’ve been backstabbed
I’ve been backhanded
I’ve been backflipping money
I've been backtracking destiny
I’ve been backed into a corner
I’ve been brought back
I’ve been traveling backroads
I’ve been treated with the backlash
I’ve been left alone with no backups
•
They’ve told me to backdown
I’m back on the ground
Dugout deep in their backyard
But I learn from the backwards
See me now in my new backdrop
I’m working harder then ever, I can’t feel the backache
They want me to backup but my moves don’t backtrack
So they now pull out a gun out of their backpack
They’re here to take me out back
But this time I’m standing up, I now have a backbone
So I fire back
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 9:12 PM UTC
What the hell?
Just what the hell.
I trusted you,
Even I you've backstabbed me before.
I gave you a second chance,
And the only thing you do
Is shatter it further
All you could do,
Is make it worse for me.
In front of her,
Her, the woman I fell in love with
Really?
That's what you're going
To keep doing?
Fine then.
Never again.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC
all i have is my laughter
because i'm the idiot with trust issues
the idiot who trusts everyone and
they hurt me every time and
i still come back for more!
it's my fault:
i let him bend me over,
hand locked in my hair,
grinning and lovebit and vulnerable.
and right then he ****** a knife into my back.
i can still feel the blade
twisting and snarling and making fun of
the girl with the ****** holes
framing her spine.
no i know, it's my fault
because i trust no one even though i trust everyone
and i trust that i'll trust again
for you i was a flame...
and i can be again i know i can
because i live in this bruise of a cycle
and i can't seem to break out of it
so i get backstabbed and live to tell the tale,
again and again and again
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
they ask me questions like "why is it so hard for you to trust?"
i don't reply.
i merely think...
well, i was ***** at 5.
i was abandoned by my father, sometimes my mother & my family.
i have been cheated on by "lovers" & backstabbed by "friends."
every time i trusted: i got ***** i got abandoned, i got cheated on & back stabbed.
every time i trusted, i got hurt.
how are you ask me why it's so hard for me to trust...
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
How do we dare to doubt?
It's because we aren't used to happiness in life
For far too long we have been the ones who give
Maybe, that's why it is so hard for us to receive
We are scared of being backstabbed
Know life as the cruel place without light
We are shy, timid creatures
Coming to be tamed by love
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 12:03 PM UTC
I walked to school that day
Thinking "it was just another normal day"
I talked to you that day
Thinking "I'm so lucky to have you as a friend"
I told you my secrets and you looked at me saying "I'll always be here for you"
I thought I trusted you, well you proved me wrong.
I went home that day thinking "today was a perfect day"
but it wasn't and it never will be.
For that was the day you backstabbed me.
That was the day you lied to me.
That was the day you decieved me.
I guess it wasn't a normal day and it wasn't a perfect day, too.
It was the day I decided "I can't trust anyone in this world"
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 4:24 AM UTC
My life's a steep regression
As a plummet to depression
No longer one, but a multitude -
Little pieces of devalued
Shattered, skewed and tiny
Pieces of what was once shiny
That has now faded - dark
It's time to go embark
The ship of life at sea
Where the waves can go have me
And I can spiral down
Maybe slowly drown
In the heavy weight of mind
Of people who were once kind
Yet backstabbed me to hell
Wounds heal? Time will tell
I want to end the hate
But realise that fate
Has something else in store
As I walk out by the door
En route, I walk and fall
And I break, get up and crawl
To what should be my end
But once I took the bend
All hell broke lose together
Could I really, truly sever
The link I have to life
To rid myself of strife?
It all look, now, so real
Yet, strangely I could feel
A warm, sticky sensation
My life's final cessation
And I see my end is near
I freeze in pain and fear
Of what I would now miss
As I sink into abyss
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
I wish I can believe
When you ask me how I am
Though your words of false concern
becomes muted by a high pitched tone ringing in my ears.
You only ever come
When you want to see something lewd
A stranger, a one night stand
Your pleasure is not my concern
How rude of you.
A so called friend
Who backstabbed me once before
I can't listen
When your hands are painted with my blood
Are you here just to strip me of another layer once more?
My two caretakers
Who bound my hands and feet with repulsive diction.
The make believe stories they would tell me is fiction.
One day they'll act like water with a calm flow.
And most, a terrifying blizzard of snow.
My all time lover who broke my heart.
You try to help now, but it wasn't noted before.
A lot of the things that are happening now are because of your break up letter.
You are only here to pay for the damage of my brain and heart.
But I know you wanted to leave once you tore me apart.
And the people at my school
Who will pretend they knew me once I'm dead.
Who believe they knew the suffering yet it became apparent too late.
You act as if death is your motive to finally speak my name.
But you all have ignored the ghost girl roaming past the classroom door's window frame.
Your words of false concern
Is apparent to my eyes.
I can see that you have tried.
But "I'm sorry" isn't a good response to someone who is
Already sorry for being this way.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
Dear life....
...just for a day i don't wish to be misunderstood
...just for a day i don't wish to be judged
...just for a day i don't wish to be backstabbed
...just for a day i wish to be loved
...just for a day i wish to forget about my problems
...just for a day i wish to experience some moments of happiness
...just for a day i wish to feel at peace with myself
...just for a day i wish to truly live
Do you think you could grant me all of these wishes?
Or is it too much to ask?
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
The worst traits to have in a relationship,
I'm chalked full of 'em
Might have all of 'em
Been awhile since I counted 'em
Kinda lost count of 'em
Then lost track of 'em
Surely didn't embrace 'em
But didn't try to erase 'em
Look
I was either born with 'em
Given 'em
Or backstabbed with 'em
Then blamed for having 'em
Now all I'll I'm left with is 'em
©2024
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 6:19 PM UTC
I love my body.
The way it's imperfectly perfect,
slightly curvy around the edges
inevitably flawed,
tortured and tormented
whiplashed and backstabbed
but still and always a great piece of art.
I love my face.
The way its burdened by two chubby cheeks,
bears a thousand emotions no one can perceive,
how marvelously it masks my mind,
ignored and ridiculed
yet still chooses to smile.
I love my skin.
The way it is cold and warm at the same time,
pale, puckered with fear
tanned, tarnished with regret,
scrutinized and scarred
but still glows.
I love my hair.
The way it never listens to anyone but itself,
acts as a tangled mess,
an untangled spirit more or less,
chopped off, pulled at
yet subjects to shine magically.
I love my lips.
The way it speaks with kindness,
guards silence and is often
mistaken for its innocent kisses,
parched, bled and muted
but still a fiery, crimson code of concupiscence.
I love my fingers.
The way they wish to be intertwined with yours forever,
snaps, shushes and points
at the slightest arguments that arrives
with such brevity and righteousness
always kept crossed for better things to come by.
I love everything about myself.
I am proud of my body and everything that comes with it.
What I don’t like though
is the way you make me feel about myself.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
Numb,
like the cement on the ground beneath me,
stepped on, trampled,
worn down.
It can't stand anymore,
cracks threatening to open even more,
to spill out all its guts,
and tell the world what really lies beneath it all,
with its hints of emerald peeking out, excited to see what's in store,
naive.
If only it knew what awaits it outside,
the terror of imminent screams that will pierce its mind
and stay in there, a pinball bounced
back and forth
back and forth
in a pinball machine;
of the agony that will claw its way in and stay there,
the way lions pounce on their prey, bring them down,
and stay there gnawing on its meat, the bones that are left,
and the vultures joining in the pickings.
Maybe it's just me,
but hopefully the green shall retreat back slowly, and come out when it's time.
For now the world is shifting, no longer of
feverish giggles of obnoxious, sticky children,
the passionate embraces of lovers,
and the glimmer of joy that seeps out of the wrinkles of a friend's face,
but of
loud, rude remarks of unruly brats that have been exposed to too many sins,
cheating lovers, here one night, gone the next, leaving only broken hearts, tears, and empty tubs of ice cream,
and gruesome blooming bruises that cover your face, as well as matching cuts that cover your "friend's" own face, and both of you backstabbed by each other, hurt, and with vengeance flowing out of you like tributaries.
So go. Leave, and come back once the time is ripe, and things are the way they should be.
The world and I are just going to hurt you anyways...
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
do you ever consider how others might feel?
or did you think they were like you, twisted and made of steel?
not everyone is an open book, as I hope you come to find
you can never really tell what goes on in someone's mind
today might be their worst day ever
but I don't think you considered that, it's too much of an endeavor
maybe the one they loved the most has died
maybe they closest friend backstabbed and lied
maybe they have bills that they're struggling to pay
maybe it's a challenge to flash a smile and say "I'm okay"
did you ever consider that?
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
She don't know how much it hurts,
It gets to me more than anyone else,
All the past decisions and hurt come flooding back,
One wrong thing said makes all that happen,
It don't take much to lose trust and faith,
It hurts to carry all the burden and pain,
To not be able to let it go,
To think about it all day every day,
Everything she does is why I am the way I am,
All I've been is hurt and backstabbed,
Don't know what to do with all the pain but take it out on myself.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
Wandering around the world
Searching for something my own
I'm looking everywhere,
For a place called home
I've had hard journeys
I've fallen, but got up
Never did I stop
While trying to find,
A home that I'll love
I've had many breakdowns
Many times my heart broke,
But a single wish kept me going
The wish for a home
Days and nights passed by
I sat on streets and on thrones
But never did I feel like
I'm sitting in my home
I've been in many places
Eaten on plates of gold, and of steel
But, never did it taste like
A home cooked meal
I wondered many times
How would it feel?
Then, I thought, It doesn't matter
As long as it's a home that's real
A place called home
Filled with love and life,
Where I won't get backstabbed
By somebody's knife
A place called home
Where I'll never be alone
So, If I go out someday
I'll know, I have a home
Even in the hardest days,
I'll have a home, where I can rest
The problems will sweep away,
By themselves
To me,
My home will be the best
And when the time comes
For me to sail towards the sky, that's blue
I'll know that always
I have a home
Where I can return to
So, I'll never stop looking
For that place called home
In this world, I just want
That something of my own
My home
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 8:49 AM UTC