A brave face I’ll be displaying,
But my heart still feels the pain,
That’s been inflicted with your dirty playing,
And your unforgiving shame.
A cancerous growth takes over inside,
Like a cloth with a speck of black dye,
It can be washed and the stain will subside,
But will always remain when dry.
And these Demons won’t retreat, nor face defeat
Leaving me warped and torn apart,
With a feeling of defeat, polluted by deceit,
Tearing me apart, as it rips out my heart.
If only I could rid this mental imagery,
Rid this torment, this plague by tomorrow,
But I’ll awake with the same sickening memory,
Repulsive thoughts and suicidal sorrow.
Did you think about the hurt you would cause?
With you’re cheating and you’re lying,
You have left this man you once loved,
Heartbroken, lifeless and dying.
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