I am nothing, but a glass heart.
You have to be gentle, else you break me into pieces.
For to become glass, you must go through massive pressure.
For to become like me, walk the road of isolation.
Walk it for a long time, and look back at the missed friends, opportunities.
Then only to face scrutiny when you fall in love.
With Kindness dead, and we are to blame.
You dropped, and I broke again.
Now I must glue myself back to full state.
Leaving cracks in my wake.
Those scars never to heal, nor to fade away.
The ones that you left even to this day.
You left me for most of my life all alone, I barely have a home.
You come back, a succubus, and a lie.
Hoping to tie me up in your fantasy.
That it would all be Ok, for your to come back after everything is in dismay.
Break me away again.
Please, just let me fall, and shatter.
Would've ever mattered in the end.
No one would miss this wretched soul, you didn't when you broke me again.
Allowing me to shatter into my fragmented state, to leave me to rebuild myself.
In the end, I do... more cracks though form.
I have a storm in my heart, and I can feel as if I am slipping away.
Nights I awake as if I died in my slumber.
There are nights I wish I could never awake.
For the day, and the next is the same.
I am a glass, and you made me no longer a heart.
You watched me shatter on this one last drop.
This time... I never rebuilt myself.
I stay on the ground, and my glass on the floor.
The heart broken forever, and shall never come back.
Even when it would be put six foot under.
With a grave at it's back.
- chris
You have to be gentle, else you break me into pieces.
For to become glass, you must go through massive pressure.
For to become like me, walk the road of isolation.
Walk it for a long time, and look back at the missed friends, opportunities.
Then only to face scrutiny when you fall in love.
With Kindness dead, and we are to blame.
You dropped, and I broke again.
Now I must glue myself back to full state.
Leaving cracks in my wake.
Those scars never to heal, nor to fade away.
The ones that you left even to this day.
You left me for most of my life all alone, I barely have a home.
You come back, a succubus, and a lie.
Hoping to tie me up in your fantasy.
That it would all be Ok, for your to come back after everything is in dismay.
Break me away again.
Please, just let me fall, and shatter.
Would've ever mattered in the end.
No one would miss this wretched soul, you didn't when you broke me again.
Allowing me to shatter into my fragmented state, to leave me to rebuild myself.
In the end, I do... more cracks though form.
I have a storm in my heart, and I can feel as if I am slipping away.
Nights I awake as if I died in my slumber.
There are nights I wish I could never awake.
For the day, and the next is the same.
I am a glass, and you made me no longer a heart.
You watched me shatter on this one last drop.
This time... I never rebuilt myself.
I stay on the ground, and my glass on the floor.
The heart broken forever, and shall never come back.
Even when it would be put six foot under.
With a grave at it's back.
- chris
