Broken Glass

I am a piece

Of broken glass

With sharp, corroded edges

If you touch me

You'll bleed, and become connected

With all the secrets

I try to keep.

I am jagged,

Dirty,

Cold.

I am useless,

And unwanted.

 

I am in an

Infinite hole,

And I continuously fall.

(As I always have)

The more I try to hang on.

 

I crack when

touched

And break when

Dropped.

I am as alone

Now

As I was

Then.

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