His life was like glass.
Such a beautiful, breakable, painted window.
Ready to break at the first fierce storm.
Ready to be shattered into a million pieces once the bullet made contact.
He was broken ever since his loved one had passed.

She was a loaded gun ready to shoot.
Her aim was unavoidable.
Her words were deadly.
She felt nothing ever since her dad started drinking.
She became dead inside with each hit she endured.

He was a ticking bomb ready to blow.
He never recovered from that fateful accident.
Why didn't death grab his hand and take him too?
He ended up killing himself in his own explosion.

I am new, reborn.
I have made myself forget everything.
To start a new.
I had shed my pain-filled tears until I could not bear it anymore.
I had made myself forget everything.
To start a new.

You have been hurt, misused.
You want to be healed.
To be cared for.
But no one will help.
Oh, you poor soul.
You are living a nightmare.
Join us, friend.
Join us in the eternal peace.
For we also didn't have anyone to save us.
Join us, friend.
Join us in the eternal peace.