trust

You won’t ever get to know me. I don’t trust you enough to ever allow you into my life.

I will never let you see what makes me tick. I have no trust. At this moment, I’m assuming you are completely enthralled by some other girl or just have forgotten totally about me. It’s not you. It’s all me. Because I know this is a truth. It’s a truth for me, so therefore, it’s how I live.

Yup, I’ll be alone forever, but in the end, that’s ok. I’d rather have my paranoia to keep me company than to be burned again and again. You’ll never know when Im upset or sad because I’ll never tell you. To you it will seem as if I’m in total agreement; while in my head I’m thinking it doesn’t matter how I feel to you – or that’s at least how I think. Mainly because Im not good enough for anyone; and, I never will be. You will be happier with someone else.

It’s impossible to live in a vacuum, but that’s the only way I’ll be able to survive; and I’d never ask anyone to join me in my own personal hell I’m too nice for that. Go about your life; be happy. Don’t try to draw me into it because I’ll never believe you. All men cheat.

I don’t want to be hurt again; and for that I’ll forsake love (which won’t be a lot of forsakin’ cuz I don’t even know what love is).