Backstab

There's nothing to pack
You go as you are
Knife in your back

You walk all alone
No want for sympathy
And soon everyone knows
Through telepathy

The world is your enemy
Nothing to search for
You drag yourself on
Through the empty door

You're a ghost of yourself
No longer the same
No one can comfort
But anyone can blame

It's wise to avoid this
At all costs
But don't be too cold
Or good chances will be lost

You're fragile and broken
Crying deep inside
Everything's wrong
There's no place to hide

So you move on
Past the sorrow and sad
To see better days
And to again be glad