What lies beneath the surface?
Am I taking too much for granted?
Am I trusting unwisely - again?
My pain is my own.
It hides behind locked doors of my own making.
No one is allowed inside.
Not even me.
I mustn't let the pain out.
It will destroy my fortress.
The pain will destroy me; nothing will be left.
There is no one to witness my defeat.
Truth lies beneath the surface.
Without trust, nothing is taken.
If I do not trust, I do NOT LOVE.
All that is left is Pain.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:05 AM UTC
What lies beneath the surface?
Am I taking too much for granted?
Am I trusting unwisely - again?
My pain is my own.
It hides behind locked doors of my own making.
No one is allowed inside.
Not even me.
I mustn't let the pain out.
It will destroy my fortress.
The pain will destroy me; nothing will be left.
There is no one to witness my defeat.
Truth lies beneath the surface.
Without trust, nothing is taken.
If I do not trust, I do NOT LOVE.
All that is left is Pain.
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