Trustworthy

Being at the breaking point and not knowing who to trust.

Why do I always choose the wrong people?

Just when I think I can trust,

To help me save me from myself.

 

I soon realize

That I chose wrong,

And I fall back into my routine.

 

Having to try harder not to confide

For fear of being hurt again,

Betrayed.

 

I can’t take much more…

I’ve already taken all that I can.

And I’ve already accepted that I’ll forever be alone.

I know I deserve everything bad that happens to me.

 

I am pretty sure I am going to die young,

But I don’t care.

None know my submission to my reality.

Trust is not something I’m meant to be able to be gifted with.

 

It hurts.

Day in, day out.

Just need to wait for the pain to subside

And the tears to dissipate.

Now that the pain is bearable,

I can continue on with this damnable existence.