Cracked Glass


Why am I crying?
Your reasons were legitimate.
Maybe its cuz I'm alone.
Maybe its cuz everything lately has been like cracked glass...
It starts with a cleft
and ends shattering on the floor.
I don't know how to make it stop.
So make it stop
You were the one I used to turn to... make everything seem okay. reassure me that everything's not always my fault.
"You'll be fine" is what you used to say.
Now you don't even answer me.
You're just another piece of glass thats shattering to the floor.
Except You cut me.
You cut me.
You cut me.