Forgotten Trust

I must have forgotten how life was supposed to look like for my own feeling of freedom.

I must have misunderstood that trusting friends meant losing them in a puddle of bad consciousness.

I must have forgotten that all of the past ghosts would still hunt me for the rest of my life and won’t make moving on in life easier.

I must have forgotten that keeping my distance from people actually provided me a shell of protection from my own self-harm.

I must have forgotten that my struggle of motivation to exist would haunt me forever and won’t help to transform my own kind of freedom into a place of security.

I must have forgotten that people will always bring back the bad times even though you have moved on with a good will.