To Give Respect

I use to believe that all people were given the right to my respect before I knew them, no matter what there past. I gave it freely, without question. I believed in giving a fresh chance. That is what I believed. At one time. I feel as if I can no longer trust let alone respect. I will just be devoured. Tormented. Forgotten. Broken. Shamed. I am a shell of a person. Mm. I don't know why but I am not afraid of, mm, something. I feel a freedom I have never had but I will never be the same, hm, ever. I don't know what that means...