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Ensnared by your lies and trapped in your clutches
I’m a slave to the guilt you have created
I’m much to afraid to tell you the truth
In fact, I’m really quite jaded
I told you I loved you, but I wasn’t quite honest
I lied in my own little way
The reality is that I’m here for the kids
I have no other reason to stay
The web of lies you have weaved have not deceived
My ultimately astute observation
I see through your guile and all the while
I’m fed up and amassed with frustration
I trust you no more and long for the door
That offers me peace and salvation
It’s just that I fear that in leaving here
I’ll miss my kids with no cessation
My poor aching heart is torn all apart
I do not know how to proceed
No matter my dear it’s become quite clear
An end to this torment I need
This wasn’t painful to read at all!
No torment for The Hook!
Not me, either. But somebody I know is going through some stuph…
Glad to see from the comment above that this is not your story. But you’re right, it’s someone’s. Life is just too complicated sometimes.
Very sad, but so typical I think,
Unfortunately, it is. I was once in this position a long, long time ago but still my advice goes unheeded.