Sometimes poetry isn't enough to capture the labyrinth of the writers soul. They try to ink what's in their head, but there isn't any way. What I feel is intangible, it cannot be measured and thus it cannot be cured. A broken glass will never be the the same, no amount of glue in the world can restore its lost perfection. I miss my glass, however long it was whole, however long it was mine, before it fell and shattered into pieces. I guess being so fragile is what made me so vulnerable?It has to be the reason why you found it so easy to take advantage of me... it has to be the reason that my untunched rim excited you? You poured liquor into my class, you vile corrupted beast and drank from me like a never ending chalice. When the liquor turned sour you still came back for more, you took me with you into the world where the vultures preyed and preyed and preyed and preyed...
there was no escape for me...
Until you dropped me,
And my fractured soul became every part of me,
I bleed in agony,In pain that consumes me
My life will never be the same again
Broken things cannot be mended
They cannot be fixed
They will never be repaired
Broken things cannot be mended
They cannot be fixed
They will never be repaired
Broken things CANNOT be mended
Honestly? It'll be better for me if you all dropped dead
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