Mistrust Blossoms

Trust is a funny thing...

You either have someone's trust.
Or you don't.
It's black and white.
It's like day and night.
It's simple, really.
However because of its simplicity.
It will be the death of me.

The past still remains.
And even now it still casts a shadow on me today.
A horrible dark and twisted shadow.
That is a constant reminder of how the world.
Is so shallow.
And unforgiving.

Everyday.
In every way.
I try my hardest.
To avoid fading back into the darkness.
That was once in my past.
But sadly enough.
Happiness and trust never truly last.

Supposedly they're supposed to coexist.
But aside from my every wish.
They always seem to slip out of my grip.
And I'm left with a nothing again.
Is God trying to send a message and.
That message is to say that I should never trust again?

Over here.
Over there.
Downtown.
In the square.
This shadow never leaves me.
It always stands over me.
And never leaves.
Ever.

So please.
From one flawed creature to the next.
Think twice before you stab someone in the back.
Because sometimes they can't help but look back at their past.
And regret every waking minute and breath.
That they wasted on you.