Out of my side blood seeps

For you have cut me mighty deep

With a weapon that I gave you myself

It may be my fault

For giving you my heart

When it was too heavy for even I to hold

I remember when this all started

A beautiful day meant for the kindhearted

And misfit people like you and me

You took my hand in yours

Told me that you’d never let me go

And with your every word wrapped your hand around my heart

We used to spend days in our meadow

In a world that only we know

Minds full of dreams yet to come true

I thought you were my friend

That you’d be with me to the end

But I realize that I was wrong

Now I give a feeble shout

Trying to stop myself from bleeding out

As you stab a knife again, and again, into my side

The knife is made of glass

But it weakens with each of your cold, hard laughs

For it was made out of our once strong trust

For trust is like glass, delicate, but it lasts

Easy to break, but hard to create

And you have broken mine

Your words are the blade

The blood our friendship which cannot be saved

Years of memories stained red upon the floor

Our glass formed a bubble

Protecting us from our troubles

In a glass world just for us

When it feels as if I can’t take any more

You get up and walk out the door

Away from everything we once cherished

I know I should be sad

That what I thought was a great friendship didn’t last

But I’ve never felt this free before

I gave you blind faith

And that was my mistake

One that will not be made again

The tiny glass shards still cling to my skin

But it is time for me to begin

Forming a magical, glass world all my own

I must thank you my friend

For bringing an end

To a glass world cracked and broken

Sometimes it takes the glint of a knife

To bring important truths to light

I’m sorry our glass world was meant to shatter