Little shards of broken glass left scattered on the floor;

Gently close my window, shut the blinds and lock my door.

Examine each shattered piece, the memories that haunt;

Darkened corners of my mind invaded by the taunts.

Drag the edge across my wrist ‘til blood begins to flow,

Drown in this my tortured past until at last I know:

The truth that is burning, I am trying to forget.

Little shards of broken glass, I am learning to regret.