Prey

My soul,

on the floor--

like a thousand pieces

of shattered glass.

My heart torn in half.

My trust tainted,

by the poison of your betrayal.

I can no longer believe in

others’ words and confide in

those who say: “I care.”

I am broken.

I am hurt.

I wish I could heal this wound,

you’ve inflicted on me.

This wound that is now open and exposed.

‘Cause what I once thought was a bad memory,

is now a constant reminder of the truth.

A truth that scared my life.

A life that changed when

you first walked into it.

When you laid eyes on me and decided:

“She shall be my next victim. I will destroy her.”

And you did.

You shattered my soul.

Broke me.

Made me your vulnerable prey,

in the sick game

you love to play.

And now I am here.

Alone.

Laying in this cold bed.

Haunted by the nightmares that you left behind.

Wishing I was dead instead

of dealing with this pain.