Even though it was years ago,
It will never be the same.
There's nothing you can do to change it.
The damage is done.

The scars are so deep,
You can't see them.
They're the kind of scars that hurt so bad,
They aren't visible
On the outside.

They go hand in hand with
The type of pain
You have to keep to
Yourself
Because who or whatever
Caused it didn't mean to
And you don't want them
To go through the same thing.

This type of pain is the kind you can't show,
because if you do,
It's like you're less qualified
To do something
As simple as
Be a friend.

The main part of any friendship
Is trust
And your friends
are the people you're
Supposed to be able to trust
The most.

But trust for me
is a shattered word.

It hurts to have
your trust broken
By the people you
Trusted the most.

When you give someone
A piece of you
And they break it
By putting in their
Pocket
Under the
Impression
They're
Protecting it,
It is the worst kind of pain,
Because the one who hurt you
Doesn't even know.

Who are you supposed
To go to when you need help?

YOU were under the impression
You were taking the scars away,
But really
Giving me bruises that won't heal and
ache down to the bone-
But in a favorable fashion
That not anyone would
Bother to question,
Because it was THE RIGHT THING TO DO.

Trust is a shattered word.

And I am a shattered girl.
Shattered like a bone, or a mirror,

But with a different kind of pain.

The word trust for me
Is left in a million shards of glass
That I fear will cut me
If I try to fix the pieces.

And it feels like even if I try to fix
The broken pieces
There'll be too much tape and glue
For it to be genuine.

It's too hard to dream
That someone might come
And fix me.

And it is impossible to
Sweep up the broken pieces
I have left and give them
Right back after
They were unknowingly and Mercilessly shattered
By the people I least expected it from.

While you were under the impression
You were helping me,
I was being thrown
straight back into the hell
I had been trying to crawl out of
For months.

It's harder than you realize
To go and tell a stranger
you had been killing yourself
Just to feel alive.

It's hard to tell someone
You don't even know
Your biggest secret
Before you even tell
Your family.

The worst part of this
Is that I know
You're sorry.
I know
You didn't mean to.

But I am still so hurt.

and broken.

I have to hide the invisible bruises
And fading scars.
I have to hide the dull ache
I feel every day
Because I don't want to hurt you
Because I'm hurt
By a misunderstanding.

And yes,
I'm scarred.

As a matter of fact,
I'm ruined.

That's never going away.
My insecurities get in the way
Of everything I do.
Every day, I wonder,

Who could love someone
As broken as I?

It hurts.

Having your trust broken hurts.
Especially when it's by
The people you thought you could
Trust the most.

It goes hand in hand with
the kind of pain
That isn't visible
From the outside.

My trust was broken.

I don't know if you'll ever understand, but...

Trust for me is a shattered word.

And even though
it was years ago,
I will never be the same.
There's nothing you can do
To take away the pain.

I am broken,
The damage is done.

Now
trust
Is just
A
Shattered
Word.