Mar 9, 2015
Can you imagine being fragile glass, The fear that you could shatter at any time, One step could be the one to break you, Your pieces coat the ground.
You fall and reach for a hand to hold, But each one just makes you weak, You're leaving palms with aching scars, Much deeper than your own.
Your words are laced with tiny shards, Tearing each corner of your mouth, Crimson dripping from cracked lips, Pooling at their feet.
Can you imagine being fragile glass, The fear that you'll lose a piece in them, One step could mean there's nothing left, So the jagged pieces pierce your skin, And you shield them from the wounds.
