You're like a glass

On the edge

Gravity pulls you down



I walk on the broken pieces 

The pain piercing with every step

But it doesn't matter

Becuase it's all for you


The future is uncertain

The day may come

When I notice the cuts and the gashes

I'll throw away the murderous pieces

And all I'll be left with are the scars

And the memories.

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