Looking into the past with regret, enduring the present with pain and waiting for the future to fast forward to the end.
It gets harder to keep up a smile everyday.
To laugh while doubts swirl my mind.
People say they’ll be there for me and protect me.
And all the while my instincts are screaming that the only protection I need is from those people.
I know not everyone is the same.
I know there is some good in the world.
But I still cannot truly let myself trust another.
Because after getting hurt over and again it would be stupid to let myself be vulnerable once more.