1.23 The price of friendship
I gave my trust, I gave my utmost compassion,
All I ever wanted was to care and support you,
I was played, used, abused, tormented -
...But for what? I ask you why?
My nature is to care and to love,
Even now I cannot direct an ounce of anger to you -
...Even after what you have done to me.
Deep inside the scars run deep, hidden from the eye,
But now, after this whole ugly façade, they are beginning to show,
See, look, look at what your hands and tongue have done -
Watch me, watch me crack from the strain of this horrid load.
I fail to comprehend why. Was I not a good enough friend?
Did I care and trust you "too" much? Why?
The answer matters not, the damage has been done, the pain inflicted.
I sit useless, feeling torn and empty, I am so alone,
There is no one to comfort me, only the cold pillow and the timeless dark.
After all I gave to you, I asked not for anything in return, I gave all I could,
In my lonely and bitter emptiness, all I crave is not vengeance -
What I crave for is to be comforted by the only one I feel I can trust.
For now my head spins, a toil of confusion, a web of emotions -
Won't they come? Won't they please come and put it right?
I lay, I lay alone with only the darkness to comfort me,
I am alone.
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey
All I ever wanted was to care and support you,
I was played, used, abused, tormented -
...But for what? I ask you why?
My nature is to care and to love,
Even now I cannot direct an ounce of anger to you -
...Even after what you have done to me.
Deep inside the scars run deep, hidden from the eye,
But now, after this whole ugly façade, they are beginning to show,
See, look, look at what your hands and tongue have done -
Watch me, watch me crack from the strain of this horrid load.
I fail to comprehend why. Was I not a good enough friend?
Did I care and trust you "too" much? Why?
The answer matters not, the damage has been done, the pain inflicted.
I sit useless, feeling torn and empty, I am so alone,
There is no one to comfort me, only the cold pillow and the timeless dark.
After all I gave to you, I asked not for anything in return, I gave all I could,
In my lonely and bitter emptiness, all I crave is not vengeance -
What I crave for is to be comforted by the only one I feel I can trust.
For now my head spins, a toil of confusion, a web of emotions -
Won't they come? Won't they please come and put it right?
I lay, I lay alone with only the darkness to comfort me,
I am alone.
***
Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey