Shattered Poem by Sad Truth

Conscience…. Is the language of the heart…?
A langue not spoken by anyone…

Made of glass…?
You’re made of glass…!
So…be careful…
For….if you shatter…
So does my life…!

Please don’t run…
Stop running I plea…
For…every time you run…
You take a little piece of me…

One day…you will run to far…

For now you are broken…
Look what you’ve done…
It’s only a chip…
Yet…my heart… it still bleeds…
For…I can’t fix you this time…!
You’ve…run away from me…