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Glass Shards

Broken pieces in my hands,
wondering how the story ends
and how it began 
and how I got here.
For so long, I have been hiding,
burying my pain,
and trying forget.
But, I can't lie.
I can't say that it does't
still hurt. 
What happened that day,
killed me.
The innocent, fun loving girl
that I once was is dead and gone
where no one will ever see her again. 

What I am today...
is broken pieces stitched together.
Scars cover my my arms
from trying to be strong. 
Stiches cover my heart,
holding together the 
pieces left behind. 
Tiny shards of glass
in my hands;
blood dripping down.
It feels like my heart is being ripped
right out of my chest
and I can't fight it. 
Oh, how it stings. 
It makes it hard to breathe.
Don't you see what's left of me?
I'm just a pile of glass shards,
an accident waiting to happen.

a poem of randomness as I recall memories from the past. 
Alessiah Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014  Student Writer
This is so emotional and beautiful....
I like it :heart:
ElectricWeasle Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014  Student General Artist
thank you so much :) 
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