The Pit

I feel it in the pit of my stomach,
Right before the fall.
You held my heart 
And I, ashamed of everything that's going on.

I feel it in the pit of my stomach,
The rage when you said "Goodbye".
It was hard to contain
And I, a victim to this crime.

I feel it in the pit of my stomach,
The venom running through my veins.
Like sharp knives poking every inch of my body
And finding no way to be free.

So yes, I feel it in the pit of my stomach,
That you never loved me,
Not even one bit.
And I'm the one who suffers. 

You didn't have it in you,
To make this right.

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