Trust.
It’s such an innocent word with implications heavier than 20 bricks.
Trust is what erodes us slowly every day, like the weather takes its toll on a rock.
Because we start by trusting everyone, when we enter the world so naive.
And yet, you get let down, each and every time.
And it hurts, like getting stabbed in the chest.
But what’s the use of crying? The breaker will pretend like it’s no big deal.
Don’t make a scene out of it they say.
So you stop talking, and you wither away.
Quietly.
Because there’s no one left to tell the truth to.
And there’s no one left who will hold you.
They broke your wings, your legs, and blinded you to the sun.
They locked you in a cage and watched you burn.
So when they set you free, you limped out and left.
Why would you want to come back when you know there’s a hell?
Still, you’re drawn back, like a homing pigeon flies around.
And they beat you and tear you down, until you lie sobbing on the ground.