trust issue

TRUST ISSUES

I have plenty of trust issues eating me up. I am stable within, yet searching outside to fill my cup.

My emotions come and go in waves, That's when I lose myself and return to the grave.

There is no point in looking at history. Is there? It's all buried past, needing to breathe in fresh air.

Wounds open layer by layer, Cover them up; too much to bear.

Confused as me? Probably not, We're all seeking things that can't be bought.

Life's a journey, a winding road, We'll find what we seek: a priceless load.