I feel like
the people I'm used to talking to..
Are fading away

Trust: confidence placed in a person by making that person the nominal owner of property to be held or used for the benefit of one or more others.

I've trusted people.. But never again...

You pull and pluck
All my petals
While chanting your little song
Does he love me?
Does he not?
You **** me slowly
One by one
But you don't care
Because I'm just a flower

It's dark
I feel at peace
With myself and the world
But I still feel sad
I still want to cut
I still want to see my vain split open
From the metallic blade I possess
I want to watch as my life pours from my wrist
I want to watch myself slowly die

I think I am allergic
to this thing that you call hope.
Or maybe I just know
that there's none left for me.

-Sx