My Injuries

You never said that you were sorry Never to me, not once, You never even asked to be forgiven Instead you just gave me tape and gauze. All the pain that you had given me Was mostly because you had betrayed, You never gave me an explanation All that you did was give me another bandaid. You never were honest and told me the truth Your life to me was just a lie And whenever I thought that I saw the truth You then gave me another black eye. I was there to help you carry your load My help you never did refuse, I then figured out that you were manipulating Then you gave me another ugly bruise. I finally heard all the truth about you As others you knew called you a bitch, Then I finally left you behind But, after my wound needed another stitch. Randy L. McClave