Broken Glass


In memory of when I cared.

I am made up of broken glass that can't find its place.
The pieces don't fit next to each other anymore.
I try to bleed with existence, but the blood won't come.
The world has calmed its self.
Simply to hold me inside all its darkness;
I am broken.
My burning lungs explode.
I scratch at my heart to see if it is still there.
I am fighting to see sane, but I am drowning in doubt.
I am crawling through pain, guilt and misery.

I am made up of broken glass that doesn't have a place.

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