Broken Promises

I’m dying.
Bleeding, at the least.
You told me you’d be there.
Through everything; you’d be there for support.
And to think, I trusted you.
I believed you.
I even returned your apparent favor.
Now, I’m lying here.
On my knees, crying.
And you just stand there, watching.
Not doing a god damn thing.
I whimper, cry out to you.
But all you do is stand there and smirk.
Maybe I’m better off.
Just maybe.