Shaking and shattering, the rage splintered glass

Desperately trying to collect all the shards

My fingers bleed out or wait was that my heart?

Panicked I find the last piece before its trampled to dust

Clinging furiously to the fragments of my soul

I clumsily attempt to piece my heart back together

It’s a little misshapen but it still beats

I shove it back into my empty chest,

But it’s fragile. Oh so fragile.

I do my best to harden this heart of glass

To never care again. To be calloused and cold.

If only I could have a heart of steel, but it might rust from the tears

Stone might crack, I tried to wrap it up in thorns but they slowly tore me apart.

My efforts dull my pain, but my arteries have been stretched till they’re too brittle and thin.

My fingers can’t take another break, they get cut so deep trying to keep myself in peace.

I vow to myself I will never feel this way anymore

But just give it some time

Once again this foolishness will be mine.

So here I am, kneeling amidst all the glass,

But I can’t find all the pieces.

In all this bloody grit somehow they got lost.

And I can’t find all the pieces.