Glass shattered on the ground,
Broken into pieces.
My eyes watered like crystals leaving,
Yet the broken pieces of my tears,
Ment nothing to you.
You would laugh at me,
For what? How did I change?
You would use me,
But why? I am not a toy.

Friendship can come in all shapes and sizes,
So why does mine end up so sour?
I had friends long ago,
But now I realised what they were doing.
Using someone,
Is far from being loyal.
Being horrible,
Is far from being nice.

A true friend is there,
No matter what the time.
A true friend is always here,
As they do not leave.
Maybe silence over took them,
Drowning them in depression.
Yet why take it out,
On the ones who were weak?

Maybe there is more to your story,
Than a few chapters of missery.
But if there is,
Do you expect me to read it all?
Or do you want attention,
Or do you seek it all?
Maybe you just are to weak,
To take the mask of,
Your parents had forced on you.

Despite everything with your life,
Mine was shattered from the start.
As you thought about your life,
You forgot what really was perfect.
You heart was always mended,
But mine,
It was always broken.
© DarkShadow