Hurt

My body cut and bruised,
by the hand of my own.
A love that was abused,
you left me all alone.

Were all of the good times forgotten,
swept underneath the rug?
Did the fruit of our love grow rotten?
I lust for you like a fiend for a drug.

Replaced by the person I hated most,
a betrayal laced with spite.
I’m still haunted by your ghost,
life is dark with little light.

I will grow strong, I will move on,
I will wake to a brighter dawn.