Hurt

Trust

What is trust?

 I have no idea; all I seem to know is distrust.

I trusted you would keep your promises

Now I seem to be a doubting Thomas

You made me believe trust is a fickle friend

And the truth is I am now beginning to apprehend.

Every time you said you would try

It was all a big fat lie.

Now it’s your entire fault that I can’t properly trust a soul

Without thinking I’ve lost all my self control.

I always feel the need to hold back

And it may lead to a panic attack.

I’ve always been sceptical of people

Never really letting them see the real me

I’ve come so close to hating you

My trust needs to be fixed anew.

Some days I feel like broken glass,

And you know what they say about that.

Trust is like broken glass; once it’s broken it can never be perfect again.

That completely sums me up.