Wary but hopeful

I have survived this journey time and time again

As I pick up the pieces...I look into those eyes and how it glistened with tears..

My hope glimmers..

I want to believe that I could heal..

I want to believe...

But my gut tells me to be wary

My brain tells me to question every word uttered, every look given, every smile, every tear shed..

My brain is being merciless... but I grow tired of the games my mind seem to create.

I am tired of doubt, pain ... I am tired of it all

I do not know how to get out of this void, this nothingness that I have fallen into..

I know not how to have faith in the one thing that I have held on to all these years...

I will try harder.

I will try, if it is the last thing I do..