I don’t trust anyone anymore. No matter how kind or genuine someone may seem, I can’t bring myself to believe in them. People have always only given me as much importance as it served their own needs. Once they’ve had what they wanted from me, I was forgotten, left to fade into the background.
No one ever bothered to check on me, to ask how I was doing. Yet I gave everything, always with honesty, pouring my energy into every relationship, always there when they needed me. I supported them when they were down, walked alongside them through their darkest times, and despite carrying others, I’m left alone.
I can’t stand pretending anymore. I don’t want to meet people who wear masks, pretending to care, pretending to understand. I now prefer the company of my own thoughts, my own heart. Alone, but at peace.
And the pain? It’s numb now. No matter how deeply someone cuts, or how hard they knock me down, I feel no sting anymore. Because the hands that pushed me were the same hands I trusted more than my own. Those who I thought would hold me up, instead were the ones to betray me.
I’ve learned the hard way. I see through the deception now, recognize who took advantage of me and how much. Half of my life was spent deceived by the illusion that everyone is good, that kindness is real. But now, I know better. I know the truth, and I’ll never forget the lessons I’ve learned.