Conquering deep pain

Have you ever felt like your heart was
Stabbed by knife so many times that
You could feel the pain Julius Caesar felt
When he was stabbed to death by his closest friends?

I feel like I was betrayed by my closest
Soldier and left me to die because there was
Too much greed for power. There was too much
Power to share.

It sucks because the knife not only
Pierced the heart but passed through
The soul and left it broken in two.

It's like being like Humpty Dumpty who fell
And broke into a thousand pieces and the
Kings men and horses couldn't put him back
Together.

Who has done this damage to me you ask?
My best friend did the damage. Damage that
Seems fatal enough to kill.

I feel like the wound is so deep, not even
Stitches can hold the wound together. The
Damage is done. It can't be repaired.
She's left me dying alone in the darkness of
The battle. She's left me to rot and die
In a battle field of hell.

The battle seems all but lost from here. To
Come out victorious seems impossible when
You are out numbered 10 to 1. For a
Normal person yes, but we are not normal.

Than what are we my lady? Beasts from
The northern mountains? Or poets from
Our mothers womb? Both and we're muses
Granddaughters or Titans tougher then
Valaries.

Forget about the fantasies, forget about the
Knights and shining armor, we are more
Powerful than the Greek gods themselves.
We don't need no shield or sword when
We have something more powerful; our
Words which come from the heart.

Don't lay down and die like they
Want us too. Keep on fighting.

Fight? Fight an enemy that uses the darkness
Against me? The darkness I
Use to hold on to because it was
The only thing
I ever came to know?
But ah! I've answered my
Own question. For I am not fully dead.
I still have a beating heart and as long as this
Heart beats therefor
The light that lives inside me shall
Shine and be my guide to victory.