What should we bury?
Us or the hatchet?
Trust's a disease,
But I can't seem to catch it.
We say we've moved past it,
But it still clouds my mind,
I've discovered forgiveness,
Is so hard to find.
But I'll lie, smile and hug,
'Till the faith becomes true,
And maybe, in the future,
I could learn to trust you.
YOU ARE READING
The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
