I’ve been defeated. I’ve been brought to my knees. I feel weak. Just as I thought I had it all figured out. Just as I thought I had all the puzzle pieces in place. Swoosh. The rug is once again pulled out from under my feet. I know. It’s happened many times before. But I forget. I always forget. Hmm. Convenient. Every time it happens, feels like the very first time. But then I remember. And it only makes it worse.
You have shed blood for that person. You’ve given them all you’ve got. You’re filled with expectation. And then they let you down big-time. Again and again. Yep. You know the feeling.
I feel burdened. I feel heavy. It’s that familiar pain. It sits on my chest. It’s at it again. Like a heavy cloak, it weighs me down. Head to toe.
I feel disgusted. I wish I could just drop dead. I wish I could just sleep forever and not dream, not even for one split of a lifetime. I’m a loser. I’m a victim. I’ve been defeated. I’ve been brought to me knees. And I don’t know if I’ll ever get up.
Deception. It will do that to you…
