You told me you wouldn't tell
But it was my trust
I chose to sell
I can't seem to look at you
Right in the face
Because what you did
Was truly a disgrace
You held my trust
However if I must
I will lie and pretend
To the very end
It was my trust I gave you
But I am telling the truth
Never again
Will I ever trust you.
YOU ARE READING
Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*
