Lily Keenan


All you see are fragments of glass
Shattering glass beneath your clenched fist
And you hate yourself for allowing the happiness to seep in
You hate yourself for not realizing it would all come crashing down on you
You hate yourself for believing you had escaped the person you had become
And now you're real fucking low
So low that you can feel the cold cement slapping across your cheek
The hard cement smashing against your face
You're gone

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