Wounded

I have torn my clothes and sprinkled ashes on my head, I am wounded and my blood runs red! I believed you were my friend, now I realize I was wrong. You used me when I provided the things that you desired, but when that was over you cast me aside. You have turned your face away from me, no longer do my company you keep. I now can see my friend you never were, you were only a parasite, taking what you wanted, never caring for me. My heart is pierced and there is sadness in my mind, I truly cared for you, but your feined friendship was merely a subtrafuge the entire time. How will I learn to trust again, to open up my heart, when such travistry I have experienced so many times. Perhaps in time my wounds will heal, maybe then I will open my heart again, but warily protected by a shield of steel.