Judas.

Judas, you promised to stop the bleeding.
Cover the truth that you called lies.
Judas, you once were a friend.
But as I pull this knife from my back,
the blood falls down and stains the path that I shall always walk.

Judas, I'm stuck and you promised to help.
But you twisted the pain and made me believe,
That you were a friend,
that I could hold on to, for once.

Judas, you knew of my past,
And the pain that burns my memories.
Yet, Judas, you acted out against me,
like all of the mannequins I set out not to be like.

I helped you with your problems,
and set my own aside,
for childish issues,
that would never compare to mine.

And now,
The name Judas stings my lips,
when I think of you,
and what you said,
and what you did.

I hate you to compare you,
to a person like him.
And I'm sorry,
that you feel bad.

But Judas,
you sold me out.
You gave in to the worlds harsh demeanor,
and let the unstable waves wash you into the land of those who don't care.
Those who don't mind,
stabbing a knife through the flesh of an innocent friend.

I'm sorry that you,
Act like that.
I'm sorry that you,
think it's alright,
to blame the world for your words,
your actions,
your pain that you bestow on others,
who finally learned to sew up the gashes,
and ignore the scars,
and attempt to forget the past.

Because you, Judas,
told me it would be alright,
and then you became everything,
that was raging inside of me,
the pain,
the regret.

You, Judas,
became the kind of person,
I swore I wouldn't care about,
or bother with.
But you deceived me.
And it's your fault that,
there is another bloody gash,
in my back, dripping onto the path,
that I'm afraid,
I must walk forever.

It's your fault, Judas.
That I cannot trust,
The world outside my own walls.