Betrayal Part 3 of 3

Betrayal is like a hammer hit in the back of the head.
You got me good ol' friend of mine.
My head still pulses with pain that goes deeper than the brain.
Your lies sting like a thousand needles poking through every old wound and scar.
You even made me doubt my own sanity,
Running my mind in circles around tracks quickly losing ground.
Thank goodness for real friends who assured me I was honest and true,
Unlike you who turned all that was good into something rotten, disintegrating into putrid fumes trespassing into my senses.
If your aim was to hurt me you succeeded.
If you thought you'd save yourself you failed.
A week ago I would have sacrificed myself to lift you up and bring you the sanity and sanctity you so desired.
I loved you so and believed you when you called me called me your sister from another mother.
Now my love for you has sunk into pity and, yes, a desire to stomp you out and stand upon your sickened body.
But I will not let you lower me to revenge.
That's your game, not mine.
I know I must move on and blot you out of my memories.
Yes, it's a struggle just to pass each moment without thinking of you.
If you really do pray, pray we both heal from the disaster you brought forth.