# Fool me not once...

Дарина Юрьевна Татаринова

My eyes are dry, no tears to ease this ache,

A heavy stone sits crushing in my chest.

I yearn for sleep, for final peaceful break,

A quiet end, a long-awaited rest.


But pain returns with too familiar sting,

The truth revealed, a bitter, poisoned dart.

Why does this world deny me anything,

Except the chance to tear myself apart?


I dared to trust, to open up my door,

To let the sunshine in, however brief.

But darkness crept across the wooden floor,

And friendship turned to agonizing grief.


Again I built my trust on shifting sand,

And offered open arms with hopeful smile.

Again, betrayed, I watch my castle grand

Collapse in ruins, leaving me exile.

The hurt is deep, pain doesn"t seem to end,

Each breath's a struggle, every heartbeat's sore.

Is this my fate, to trust and then descend

Into this darkness, deeper than before?