I gave my heart, my secrets, my soul,
To those I thought would keep me whole.
I trusted deeply, without a doubt,
But now I know what trust is about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The ones I loved, the ones I called mine,
Turned their backs and crossed the line.
They knew my fears, they knew my dreams,
But broke my heart at the seams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I shared my story, I opened my heart,
But they tore it down, piece by part.
I never thought they\u2019d hurt me this way,
But betrayal hit hard, and it won\u2019t go away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now trust feels like a distant thing,
Like a bird with a broken wing.
I want to believe, to open the door,
But every time, I\u2019m afraid of more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
More lies, more pain, more scars to show,
From people I loved, but didn\u2019t know.
They wore a mask, they played their part,
While I handed them pieces of my heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, I guard myself, I hide inside,
Keeping my distance, trying to manage,
Through life without letting anyone near,
Afraid of the hurt, consumed by fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But deep down, I want to trust again,
To let someone in, to find a friend.
Yet the pain of betrayal still lingers strong,
Making me question if trusting is wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m learning, though, to take it slow,
To heal from the wounds that still show.
It\u2019s okay to be cautious, okay to protect,
But not everyone\u2019s out to reject.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe one day, I\u2019ll lower my wall,
Letting someone in, risking it all.
But for now, I\u2019ll heal at my own pace,
And trust that, in time, I\u2019ll find my safe space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If you’ve been hurt, know you’re not alone,
It takes time to heal and rebuild your own.
Trust comes back, slow but true,
And one day, it will start with you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I gave my heart, my secrets, my soul,To those I thought would keep me whole.I trusted deeply, without a doubt,But now I know what trust is about. The ones I loved, the ones I called mine,Turned their backs and crossed the line.They knew my fears, they knew my dreams,But broke my heart at the seams. 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