My life

A Poem by Ben Robinson

The true story.

It seems to be the story of my life,
That all of my kindness,
Is taken for weakness,
And all of my closest,
Are snatched in moments.

If I laid out my life,
Could you take me in your stride,
Would you stay,
Or could you walk away.

When I couldn’t do it,
When I couldn’t smile,
You wouldn’t stop me hurting my life,
The way I stopped you,
From having to cry,
For help that never came,
To stop you hurting your pride.

I’m lying awake,
As your lies break,
My heart in a million pieces,
Leaving no traces,
If a friendship that was,
Not enough.

All my friends are now my enemies,
How can this happen again,
Over and over in time,
Maybe that’s just my life.