Trust
     You know, I think that’s a word I can’t say anymore.  Maybe, once upon a time, I could accept people; welcome them into my little personal bubble.  But somewhere along the way, they all left me to myself, spilt my secrets, stood with my enemies and turned their backs.

*

     And it hurt.  More than anything else.  The feeling of betrayal was so strong that I couldn’t hold under the pressure.  So I let it go; dropped all that I knew, and just left.  That burden you forced me to bear?  It’s been discarded, along with what was left of my mind.  Whatever little sanity I had left, I dropped with everything else.  So what if I lost my mind?  It was already halfway gone anyway.  There’s no use in prolonging the inevitable.

*

     So I welcomed it, that sickness you call insanity.  If it was what you hated, it mustn’t have been too bad.  After all, everything else you told me was a lie, so why not this as well?  Weren’t you always telling me to never listen to others, that I should follow my own path?  Well guess what?  I did.  And it’s not what you wanted is it?  But I don’t care; I’m not your little toy anymore.  You lost all right to my future when you walked away and went with the next little doll; the next one who held promise.
So you, like everyone else, betrayed me.  Just like that, you told your next little puppet all my secrets, separated yourself from everything that was once me.  And then I lost it all.

*

     That mind you spent so much time cultivating, nurturing, feeding with knowledge and hope, I let it go.  It was for the best.  If I lost it all, I couldn’t feel.  It’s perfectly logical.  To erase the existence of pain, you destroy the source.  So I did.  I’m talking to you, as you sit in a pool of your own blood, betraying eyes turned up to a heaven you will never reach.  I won.  I’m the only one left.  I completed my mission.  Isn’t that what you always told me?  Fight to win?  So I did.  But I bet you never expected me to use it on you, did you?  Well, what do you say?  Nothing?  Does this mean I won our little game?

*
     And you call me insane.