I had a friend,
That I trust,
I told her things,
My deepest of secrets,
She knows me well,
As I do with her,
But she sold me out,
For a misunderstanding,
We had.

Trust died ever since,
How can I trust,
When I don’t have a heart,
Where can we start,
When there is no vibe,
How can this be,
If I have been betrayed.

I don’t trust,
Is who I am,
I rather bear my cross,
Than watch it gist on,
I rather walk the miles,
Than take a minute,
Step and ruin all.

Trust,
And the trustees,
With no symbol of,
Trustworthiness,
A worthless moments,
I rather not have,
For a priceless heart,
I rather not share.

If I ever trust again,
It won’t amount to,
Something,
Whatever become of it,
I know I’m ready to face it,
Is a frosty moments,
Filled with hate,
For places I rather,
Not rate.