Down on my knees praying, praying for something, something I know nothing about. Lying here with my guts hanging out, praying for release, for freedom from this torture. Betrayal is such a strong word and yet I use it like a knife wielding maniac intent on homicide.
Rawness of intense emotion. Have I ever felt let down by you and yet worship your every step. Every contact with you is like a disembowelment. You open me up, expose my insides and walk away. You walk away, leaving me here with everything hanging out, bleeding, wounded, crying. Do you still care? Do you still care?