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AND I KNEW I WAS ON MY OWN

© Manganye Blessing I remember the day everything turned to shit

The day my life was ruined

And the day my trust for everyone was gone

Sometimes the more chances you give the more respect you loose. Your standards begin to be ignored when you let people get comfortable in knowing that another chance will always exist. They start to depend on your forgiveness. That's why i am no longer a slave to apologises. Treat me right the first time, because i can't guarantee you the next time. It's impossible to keep once you've lost my trust. I am not saying you have to be afraid to loose me, what i am saying is....i am not afraid to walk away.

Trust is not who you think someone is, it is who you observe them be in different scenarios over and over again consistently. When trust is betrayed. It is our assumption or perception of who that person is, that is inaccurate. The other person is always true to their nature, whether we are aware of their true nature or not.

Trust is like an eraser, the more mistakes the smaller it gets.

I had trust in someone and they completely ruined. I gave them to me.i gave them my soul and they just threw it away like it was nothing. There are lessons to learn from every person that crosses paths with you. And to be honest I'd rather have the lesson to be that i was too stubborn and immature than it is that he fooled and used me.

For the longest i blamed myself. I had lost the best thing that has happened to me because i was too scared. Or that's what i thought.

I always do and always have held a grudge to myself. Not because of what happened but because but because i let myself the thing that shit. I always believed it was my fault. How he used me and treated me like a dog that was his property. How i actually held myself accountable for everything that happened that night. Yes i was doing a stupid, stupid thing. But i was young, and he was not. He knew better. But so i did.

My mind was blank and i couldn't feel or hear anything expect my heat pounding in my chest. Every time there was a thud i would shutter out a cry for help, but nothing came out. I couldn't see anything. Probably because it was dark. Once i realised that i started to panic, but i couldn't move. So many thoughts started consuming my head and i thought I was going to pass out. That was until my memory caught back up at me.