Gone

Trust is like a shinny crystal sheet Ig glass,
Not something to take advantage of.
It's not a little girl's pig-tailed doll,
That, when her brother tears it's head off,
Can easily be replaced.
When you break someone's trust
You almost never get it back.
It disappears down a road of no return
It is limited within a person,
And it's something that isn't missed
Until it's cracked,
Shattered,
Gone.