Love & Trust are hurtful

Last night my heart was ripped away
I dont expect to ever see it again.

Mommy tells me that she loves me
but i can see behing her eyes
that those words are lies

Daddy tries his hardest
but hits me anyway
he says he doesn't believe in alcohol
but the purple bruises on my arms
are enough to prove him wrong

So I will stay here with my heart
tucked away, never to be seen
or heard from again.
It will never love, trust, or help
another person as long as I live.

Because when i do love, trust, or help
someone they write me off as baggage
and leave me for the next person to pick up

I refuse to be used anymore
I will not tolerate daggers thrown at my heart
I'm sick of being hurt and I wont take it any longer