Sanity

It's night like this where I start to question my sanity if I'm still sane, or close to being insane.

Whether what is right from wrong, and who to trust.
Always with the truth issue.
You start to wonder when is the day where everything doesn't matter anymore because you will no longer be a part of it.
When life start getting better and happier

You want to be less scare of trusting others, and not worry whether they would be there for you always or whether it would be just another friendship of come and go
You wonder if you can click with the friend, and whether you can trust her with your secrets
You wonder if it would be different this time

They say, once bitten twice shy
The second time you kept telling yourself to trust, but inside you refuse to
Instead you hunt down the evidence until you seen what you want
Yet you still remained unconvinced
You still question, did it really happen? Or was it a pretty lie

Maybe a person is broken if she choose to be