My trust, broken.
Now it's not fixable
But you didn't see that so you continued
To love me but I will never believe I was your only.
You can try your hardest but I won't believe it's worth it,
So sorry for my absence.
Everything is slipping through my hands even the trust sharp as glass in shards.
Cutting my palms little by little everyday.
The pain is unbearable and I will never trust again,
Because every time I do the glass slips through in shards,
And again it cuts me every time.