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Burnt Trust, Smoldering Pain
I used to think the world was kind,
That every soul would reflect mine.
I thought if I gave enough love, enough care,
It would come back, like a perfect circle, fair.

I lived for their smiles, their happiness fed me,
I thought that’s how friendship was meant to be.
Their wins felt like my victories too,
And their laughter,oh, how it pulled me through.

I was the one who always stood tall,
The one who’d catch them when they’d fall.
I’d speak for them, even when they were wrong,
Cook them soup when the nights felt too long.

They were my family, the best I knew,
I loved them deeply, through and through.
And every time we sat as one,
I thought, "I hope this never comes undone."

Then came the man with wealth and charm,
I had it all,there was no alarm.
My friends asked for favors, little things,
I bent, I stretched, pulled all the strings.

But when my world began to crack,
I looked around, and they turned their backs.
I cried alone, in the shower, in bed,
While they lived their lives, like I was dead.

Six months passed, I felt so lost,
The coldness from them was the deepest cost.
They went out, laughed, left me behind,
I wondered if I had lost my mind.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked the air,
But no one answered, no one cared.
People began to ask, “Where are your friends?”
I had no answer to give, no way to defend.

I met new people, made new ties,
Still hoping that friendship wasn't full of lies.
For a while, it felt so right,
We danced, we partied, everything felt light.

But one night, dressed in my best,
I didn’t know it was another test.
Excited, I went to the party’s glow,
But darkness followed, hidden below.

I saw them whisper, felt something wrong,
But brushed it off, tried to belong.
In a drunken haze, I lost my way,
Not knowing the price I’d have to pay.

He grabbed me, I felt so weak,
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak.
His hands on me, his breath so near,
I drowned in my own growing fear.

Then she came in, phone in hand,
But she didn’t come to help—just to stand.
She filmed it all, her eyes so cold,
I realized it was a lie she sold.

I pushed him off, ran through the night,
Barefoot, broken, out of sight.
Each step felt...