the flatline project

vii. betrayal

vii. betrayal

in this world

it is rare

that your enemies

will betray you,

and even rarer

for the people you trust

not to.

trust

is something

that can easily be broken,

and once that is done,

it is usually unfixable.

I know this

because

you look me

dead in the eye

and tell me

you are sorry

when you still

hold the knife

covered in my blood

in your hand

and the wound in my back

from where you stabbed me

is just a gaping hole

that won't heal.

the betrayal leaves a bitter taste in my mouth,

a taste that I cannot wash away,

nor do I want to.

it reminds me to always to never trust anyone,

not even the people I love,

not even the people I think I can trust.

we live in a world where

trust is often wielded as a weapon

by people who claim they care.

we live in a world where

monsters aren't usually the ones

doing the backstabbing,

but rather friends and family and lovers.

we live in a world where

trusting someone feels like a weakness

more than it feels like a strength.

but the greatest strength

a person can have

is when they choose to trust someone

despite having their trust

s h a t t e r e d 

into millions

and billions 

of pieces

more times than they can remember.

I admire that.

I envy that.

but I am not that.

I do not trust

because my wounds do not heal

and this is the world we live in.