Hope

Its too hard to decide which is worse, The pain and agony of the hits and bruises, Or the pain and agony of being betrayed by someone trusted. Seeing the face, torn with rage, Haunting in the nightmares of sleepless nights. Closing up, never opening up, Its too hard to trust anyone now. For the fear of being betrayed and hurt again is too much to bear. The person that is supposed to be there, The person trusted by all, Is now the enemy. A personal enemy to one. To one who is too afraid to confront all theses fears. For the fear of more pain and agony is to great, The fear consumes and tears away at the life once lived. The life longed to live again. But the hope that there is someone out there, Someone that wont betray. Someone that cant be trusted, and take all the pain away.