The Trusting

I'm abnegating myself of trust
My heart wants to break free of its chains
So long ago, they must be turned to rust
Silent tears wash over me like when it rains

I want to reach out to them
But the shield comes closing in
Trying to protect me like it would a gem
But it's doing harm, making my trust thin

All I want is to be on Cloud 9
But all I can think of is my deteriorating love
Crumbling, course, curds beneath my happy facade of shine

I claw at the padlock to my tortured heart
The rough and corrugated chains bloody my fingers
And all I can do is watch my trust depart