Betrayal
As he left me there on the cold, hard floor bleeding physically and mentally,
I couldn’t think of what made him to this.
I loved him and thought he loved me back.
Betrayal could be many things,
But only people who experience it could know how truly painful it can be.
I knew I had only a few minutes left,
My vision was already getting blurry.
I heard siren coming fast towards my direction,
But they would be far too late.
Every second that pasted by, breathing was only getting harder.
But I didn’t care,
I didn’t care about anything.
I slowly closed my eyes letting death take what’s left of me to the otherworld.
Relief that when I arrive I would not have to ever worry about betrayal again.
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