You were once my friend,

  I won't deny that fact.

  But oh, how deeply you wounded me,

  Using and exploiting my trust.

  I confided in you, only to discover

  A dagger in my hand, then in my heart,

  Your words tainted with deceit,

  Portraying me as the betrayer.

  Your actions cut me to the core,

  You sliced me open, right through,

  Splitting me in half, leaving me vulnerable

  For the vultures to take their pick.

  Every time,

  They pick at me, they leave deep, deep scars

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  That throb through every waking moment of my life,

  Leaving wounds that ache with every memory.

  I entrusted you with my vulnerabilities,

  Yet you twisted my faith into a weapon

  To falsely accuse me, to tear me down.

  And yet, through the pain, all I see

  Is a clear image of your betrayal,

  It's so clear, like a reflection in a broken

  Mirror in the deep, deep black ocean.

  Which mirrors a reflection of your own

  Frailty. And you, thinking you could shatter me,

  sought to break me down,

  But I rise, fueled by fury,

  Knowing that a bond built on deceit

  Is nothing but a fragile illusion,

  Shattered by the truth's relentless glare.

  hate to break it to you, but despite

  Your attempts to break me, you

  Have made me strong enough

  To recognize faulty friends, and

  You have also made me resilient to

  People who have…