Of everyone I've known,
I trusted you the most.
I gave up so much for you
But now I feel broken.
I'm confused.
I don't know what to do anymore
Because, in the end, you'll hurt me
And I'm not ready for the pain.
I guess that's my problem:
I'm afraid of letting people in.
It's like dropping broken glass:
Everything was wrecked anyway.
If I could let you in,
If I could let you try,
I would
But you broke my heart once
And that's one time too many.
What we need now is hope,
And I love you,
But I don't trust you
Right now I'm just not sure what that means.
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Dark Poetry
PoesíaMy random pieces of poetry, both inspired by depression and the happiness that makes me fight on.
