Glass

By , inez, KY
Sounds of cracking glass fills the air.

I only wish that’s what was breaking.

Only I can heart it.

Only I can feel int.

Alone like usual.

I run but, I can’t find anywhere to hide.

Wishing someone would come along & cut it out.

End the suffering.

The pain.

The sorrow that is constantly making my fall onto bruised knees.

Their the only thing that ever catches me.

Arms covered in scars.

Reminders of what happens when I fall too deep.

Always finding a memory that pulls me under.

You can only be strong for so long.

& my time gets shorter everyday.





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