No, others did not hurt,
I was hurt by own,
Acquaintances, bosom friends,
and all.
I saw clapping, at my fall,
No others did not hurt,
I was hurt by own.
For those I could die for,
At their given call,
Threw me the last night,
out of their home.
No, others did not hurt,
I was hurt by own.
I stand on the road,
Shivering in rain,
With bleeding heart,
and bruised pride
Writhing In the pain.
No, others did not hurt,
I was hurt by own!
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I relate to this wonderful write so well, with your pain beautifully expressed it is a pleasure to read!