I am broken glass
Slithers of shattered shards
Scattered
Pieces beyond repair
...
You left me in the winter
You left me with no choice
You left me alone
Cold in the November rain
...
Broken Glass
I am broken glass
Slithers of shattered shards
Scattered
Pieces beyond repair
Cracks and chips
Sharp edges everywhere
Cutting
Bleeding
Life running away
Distortion of reality
Fragments of me.