the mistake was mine,for trusting you Leave a comment

In the world we live in now
Has very little, if any,
Able bodies that I can trust,
Is it so that only I can earn this trust?

I don’t believe I’ll ever truly understand the meaning of trust.
I won’t live by this word,
For its meaning is far too easily broken,
And very difficult to fix.

No longer will I allow trust to govern my life,
No longer will I allow your words in my life.
I stand here alone,
With a broken trust. 

My last words to whom it may concern,
My trust in you was a privilege.
You continued to break the very string
That held my trust for you.

In the end,
You betrayed me with more than I can say,
Left me
With a broken trust and a broken heart.

believing nor trusting may be a source of strength and can also be a sorrowful weakness in ones life.believe,trust are like a piece of paper.once it crumple.it wont go back the way its was before.you can try to straighten it back by ironing on it or something but the fine lines will never be able to remove.that’s the parable of scars,broken trust.saying sorry can probably stop the bleed but way too far to heal the scars.


“I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you.” 
― Friedrich Nietzsche

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