Broken Glass Poem by Christan Bowen

Your like walking on broken glass
I don't know what I'll do
After that
This connection
That we have
I don't know
What I'll do
After that

You say
I'm ok
Too bad
I don't feel that way
Your gonna go
Go your way
Gonna leave me
In dismay
Leave me to decay
On my knees
But I won't pray

Whose blood
I won't ask
Your like
Walking on broken glass
I don't know
What I'll do
After that
Your like
Broken glass
Dying is all that's left
After that

You see
The misery
Don't pretend
We don't have history
I see Talkin'
Your way in
All I hear is
Here we go again

If I
Could find a friend
Put myself
On amends
I would begin to be
Whatever's left
After you leave

I've seen the scene
Painted
My hair green
But it's not like
I made it up
When your done
Your outta luck

Your like
Broken glass
Who was there
I don't need to ask
Your gonna
Gonna be
In faded history