Trust
Trust, I cannot
Not him,
Not my mind,
My body,
Or my heart.
He makes me feel
But I cannot,
My mind longs for a knife,
Not the pencil which this I write.
My body begs,
Begs for the pain
But instead,
The pain is given to my heart
My heart which has mended,
Then broke again
My heart which now also
Begs for The end.
Copyright © Ashton Anderson | Year Posted 2020
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