You step in your room with the missing door.

No one trusts you anymore.

 

You sit down on your bed in an exhausted defeat

You lay and the memories go on repeat.

 

You think of the bottle and how much you drank

So many hours and moments are blank.

 

Your phone lights up with a message from me

You pick it up and what do you see?

 

You look at the words and you see someone who cares

Someone who doesn’t understand, but still sends up prayers.

 

You reply with a picture of your missing door

Telling me your mother doesn’t trust you anymore.

 

I look at the picture and reply asking why

You say plain and simple, one word, lie.

 

You say she has no reason to trust someone like you

I scream at my phone and say that isn’t true.

 

I tell you I trust you with everything

You reply once again, two words, you’re lying.

 

You say you’d never trust someone like you

You say I don’t know of all that you do.

 

You listed off things in such a random way

Saying the missing door is a small price to pay.

 

I tell you I still trust you despite the long list

Trusting a person by actions is like driving through a thick mist.

 

It’s dangerous, it shouldn’t be done.

Actions aren’t who a person becomes.

 

You can’t trust the actions because they’re often misguided

I know that you’re trustworthy because in you I’ve confided.

 

Actions aren’t who a person will be

Someone will always trust you, you’ll see.

 

You sit in your room with the missing door

Feeling a million times better than before.