I'd really like to know why I'm so trusting.

Trust.
Trust is good.
Trust is bad.
Today, my trust in a guy I thought I loved has torn me to pieces.
I feel like half of my heart has been ripped out from under my ribs, and I'm underwater drowning, spiraling downwards, inhaling water but still thrashing and holding my chest.
Trying to hold those pieces of my heart together.
And then,
peace.
My lungs give out and I bleed.
I bleed it all out.
Every bit of love my heart has ever held, every bit of trust, and happiness, and hope.
And I'm left holding what?
A lifeless, emotionless, used-to-be heart.
A broken heart and collapsed lungs.
As I drift down to the bottom, and wait to be eroded away by the elements.