Hate.
Heartbreak.
Betrayal.
Do these wounds ever heal?

Loneliness.
Emptiness.
Felling used.
Can betrayal like this ever be resolved?

Anger.
Hate.
Frustration.
Will I ever stop feeling so used?

Pain.
Suffering.
Cold.
Will this frustration ever end?

Caring.
Kindness.
Hope.
Will this growing cold in my heart ever stop?
Is that hope somewhere deep,
That I can feel?