Look into the glass
Glare at your eyes
Throw the chair
Scream at the sky
See it
Shattered on the floor
Layin there like pieces of you
As if to lore
Still...
Silent...
Frail...
Quiet...
Holding on to nothing
Wishing it were something
Your heart
Barely beating
Your soul
Just becoming
Sad...
Angry...
Frightened...
Clawing for an exit...
Spreading those anceint wings of sorrow
Taking back control
Standing at the edge
Fall.................
Now you are free.....
Now you've fallen and shattered like the heart of glass you possesed..........
Now just shards of who you used to be..........
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