That word that has no understanding.
That word that others just ignore.
That word that has no truths.
I believe and all gets well
I start to move on
And slowly does it ever slip away.
It's so gradual that
I can't seem to notice
But when the ball starts rolling
It doesn't stop...
You say sorry but
Once it's done, it's done
Just like a Dead End Road
with no where to go.
You move on like it's nothing
But I cannot
The past is the past for you
But for I
This will last Forever.
You used my truth's against me
You stripped me of my security.
Are you done yet?
Because there isn't so much left of me
That one could recognize.
YOU ARE READING
That Word: Trust
PoetryThis poem started out as something that I was writing for my friend. I wanted to try to write it and describe how she felt. But it turned out being how I felt and I just went with it. Its basically a poem about my past that people just take for gran...
