A heart is a fragile thing
A piece of glass
Break it once
The shards cut deep
Break it twice
The scars are many
Break it thrice
The heart is hardened
But I...
Ihave been broken
A thousand times
I have died
A thousand deaths
The shards a many
I do not heal
They torment me
Night and day
They are all around me
The pieces of my heart
My broken glass
I cannot count them
Everything i touch
I feel them
Everything i feel is pain
Once I felt them
Cut me deeply
When the glass
Was freshly broken
cut me deep
And killed me deeper
Tore my flesh
And rent my soul
Trod and trod upon again
My glass heart shattered
its pieces Thrown aglittering
Upon the ground
The shards surroud me
I cannot see them
They are to small
But a Glass
No matter how small
still draws blood
A million tiny sliver
For each a tiny wound
For each a silver tear
For each a drop of blood
I bleed forever...