Isolated Depravity

I found out your reasons for the phone calls,
the smiles and tender words that say you care.
It hurts and my trust destroyed as love falls,
oblivion of anger leaves me bare.

My scars will remain bleeding inside me,
another wall that will disguise the true self.
Closing doors so none will ever again see,
memories hidden on mental book shelf.

The endless pain surrounds all that will come,
Isolated depravity my sum.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.