By Khushi Jain
If it happens once, it’s on them,
But if it keeps happening,
Is the fault just not mine?
Home was never a safe place,
So I became desperate,
Any place, any person that showed me love,
Became my ultimate solace.
I hit the mark once, I hit the mark twice,
But everyone else?
Nothing more than Brute in disguise.
How do I find it in myself to forgive?
When you’ve been hit so many times,
How do you find the will to live?
It is not the betrayal itself that hurts,
It’s the loss of hope,
the loss of trust, the loss of love,
that leaves you with no means to cope.
You bare your soul to someone,
a brave step, a hopeful chance you take,
But is it not your fault,
if your trust is just a toy for everyone to break?