Trust Issues

Trust? I don't know what that is. I once had an idea

but it is now lost. Lost in the past.

I'm like the locked door, no one has stepped inside.

A dead bolt, closed to all keys.

Never been open to anyone but myself.

I'm like a bottle, bottled up inside. Drowning.

A bottle of the oldest wine, soaked in substance.

Waiting and waiting for so long. Sealed tight.

Being open feels vulnerable. Maybe I've been hurt too 

many times before. My wounds dig deeper and deeper.

Will I recover? Or are my scars too visible?

Is it even worth it to try? How should I feel?

Do I believe in myself? If I don't then who will?

Maybe people want my friendship and love?

But trust is a double edged sword that cuts both ways.

But the gamble may be worth the risk.