The defeat

I'm beated. I don't feel anymore my body, and what I feel is pain. Pure and simple pain.

I trusted a friend, I loved a friend, and the friend became my opponent. My weaknesses have been exploited, my defence wiped out. And in a moment I was just my sense of guilt, of uselessness. I was unable to react, unable to run away, unable to defend myself. Not my body, not my soul. I didn't manage to defend myself. I could only pray for the pain not to last long, for the rage to flow over me and go.

Passing through me it was over. And now I can barely stand. I'm weak, I'm defeated, I'm in pain.

I'm tired.