Trust Issues

Trust is fragile. It can easily break. Just like hearts, can easily smash. Falling into millions of pieces and falling into oblivion. It's hard to get them back. To place them together. To start again. Trust is funny. You can find it in unexpected places. But it can also break from unexpected people. Some people think it is an emotion to be played with. That they can make you trust them over and over again, until there is no more trust to use. Then after being hurt, you never trust again. So you live alone in solitude. And don't come out at all. Cause if you do, you're afraid all you'll do is fall. So you stay inside, wasting your life, Not wanting to strife or be alive. You sometimes want to just lay down and die. Or give up, and cry. But something inside you doesn't want to lose. It doesn't want to give up. If only you wanted to stay strong, and keep up the fight. But you slow down, look around. And see so many people who want to use you and hurt you just like the people before. So you turn around, and run back inside and you lock the door. Closing yourself in, when you should be going out, into the real world where some people will listen. But you don't have any trust. They broke it. You lost it because of them. So we stopped leaving, you stopped believing, you even stopped loving. You're running out of time to do something with your life, but you don't care. Maybe you should just end it so it can finally be over. You pick up a knife, and try, just try to end your life. You were never useful, no one ever loved you enough to stay, so why should you? Why should you stay? When all they ever do, is make you want to disappear, make you want to wish you were never here to begin with. So you take the knife. And in one motion, everything you once knew, is gone. It all slipped away, because of you. You made one choice, and all your other ones seemed to have dissolved. You think, I bet they are happy now. Now that you are gone. But you hear sobbing. It's your mom. Your mom and father, your sisters and brothers. They are crying. Crying for you. Then you start thinking, 'what on earth did I do?' You notice your mistake, as a tear slips down your face. And everything falls into place. You drop the knife, realizing, that you still have a choice to make. And you run outside into the night. You love the night. You look into the stars and sigh. You realised. That whoever doesn't like you, just have their own issues. And this all started, because, of a betrayal of trust. So you go back inside, and you turn on your light. You lay back in bed, and you call out. Good night. Your mother replies, and your father does too. And you realize something, they DO love you. So goodnight, sleep tight. Sleep well tonight. People love you yes they do. And if you do too, you'll try not to. Trust may be fragile, same with your heart, but every time you fall apart, your family will always be there, to lend a hand, or say a prayer. They love you, and you love them to. It's the kind of love, that over rules. Though it may seem, like the only choice, Just think. You're the one holding the knife. You can drop it, or end it tonight. You may think, 'no one will care' and maybe think, 'I should just disappear.' Well my friend, you are very wrong. Cause you have people, who really care. I won't say anything. I don't know you. I just know that, a lot of people care about you. And yes, trust is misused, hopefully, we can change that too. Only together though, hope you understand. That sometimes, you might need a helping hand. 

                                                                                                                        

    Please tell me if I need to change anything about this. Thank you.   -Candy Fox.