Who cares about trust anyway?? (retracting my earlier post on trust)

so i trust you and tell you things.

my feelings.

my emotions.

how i view things.

and you quickly just stab me in the back.

stab me until every possible hole in my back is dripping with blood.

you slowly drain the life out of me by constantly re-opening all my old wounds.

you say 'dont worry you can trust me' but as soon as i turn my back, i feel the knife going in.

the sharpest knife that you could ever find.

you clearly dont care.

or perhaps you just dont understand the meaning of trust.

but then again who cares about trust anyway.

who cares what impact it has on a person.

no one.

but its ok.

 i will quickly get over this.

over you.

over all of this crap.

but one thing is for sure...

i am really disappointed.

disappointed that you couldn't see the trail of blood that i have been dragging along with me.

disappointed that you had to add to the trail.

that enless trail of disgust.

wow haha.

i should have known.

who cares about trust anyway?

i just realised.