Shatter Me

After all this time of being

     one of the broken,

I know how to handle and 

     distribute my pieces.

You have only ever seen

     certain parts of me.

I find it best to only

     give myself in pieces,

Though sometimes I try out of 

     pure desperation.

If ever I try to give myself as a whole,

     shatter me.

While it hurts like hell to handle my pieces,

     I'd rather me bleed out

Than to watch someone else get hurt whilst trying

     to handle every single part of me.

If you're reading this and 

     it's too late,

Just know that every drop of blood fell

     to keep you safe.

This poem is about: 
Me

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