Gutted
I am gutted.
Utterly and completely ripped open with everything in me laid bare for the elements to wither away and the scavengers to devour.
Flayed alive without a thought or care of the pain and anguish inflicted and left without treatment until the infection of your betrayal consumes my very soul.
I don't understand how you of all people could have done this to me.
You who knows me best, who has seen all of my fears and witnessed all of my trials wounded be worse than anyone ever has.
You, who helped me to heal, ripped out the stitches and cut deeper than I have ever been cut.
You, who found me when I was lost, have left me more stranded and alone than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
Never again will I trust someone no matter how pure their intentions.
Never again will I be stupid enough to hope or believe or put my heart in the hands of another.
I am gutted, and you were the one to wield the blade.
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