Who Cares

There is a wall right there. Right where I'm walking. Right where I want to go. I try going back, but there's another wall. I try going around, but there are walls on both my sides. My trust I give to people will be the death of me, I swear it.

It's no wonder why I merely share jokes with people at school. . . there is no personal life. No, I've lived one big joke. So they know.

 It's in school where I find myself closer to the world, so I try not to make myself vulnerable, I guess. Even to the people I know I can trust. . . I just can't. Even the people I've once trusted before. . I guess it shrinking.

Then I find myself trusting people who have broken my trust. But I love them, I so love them. They were those I chose to trust way back when. They were those I thought would always be there. But as most drift away, my trust stays the same. And its. . . ironic. I know I shouldn't trust them. .. but its so. .easy to slip. . to share my life. . . 

I'm sorry

19.8.08 15:37