Trust

I wanna trust you.
So what must I do?
Tell you about my life
Or why my parents don't want me with a knife?
Alright I will,
But you must not leave me b/c once I tell you, you wont know how I'll feel.
During my childhood I was abused by my grandpa and dad,
I was a little kid, I wasn't sure if I should I sad or mad.
My parents got divorced.
Out of the house, me and my brother we forced.
I loved and trusted my grandpa until he went and sinned.
I don't think he gets how I'll never trust again.
About the knife deal,
You should see my arm and then you'll know how I feel.
No I'm not crazy, not even the least bit insane.
So what causes my pain?
My memories, they haunt my mind.
My true self nobody can find.
Yet you are diffrent I think.
Just please don't disappear if I blink.