Glass

My life is starting to shatter

As the pieces of it fall to the floor  

I cry more and more

Realizing no one cares

Just makes me fall apart faster

I won't be able to be whole again

There will be holes in me

Where the pieces don't quite fit back in place

Glass is pretty till it shatters

Now i have shattered and that's all that matters

I am broken, battered, and torn

And i wish i could be reformed