Walking On Broken Glass...

Bleeding...

Seeing myself scattered...

Pieces of me scattered all over the room...

Trying to put myself together...

But still lost...

 

Trying to live...

But losing breath every time...

Choking but yet trying to survive...

Yet I can sense...

I'm going to lose it...

 

As I lie there...

Getting nostalgic about it...

Getting nostalgic about the times when you promised that you will

never let me break....

Getting nostalgic about the times when you promised to be there

like my wings...

And as the night faded and the morning arouse...

Those promises past away with the night...

And the dawn brought me here...

Broken.

 

And as I try to lift myself up...

Gather courage and try to hold myself,

I trample over my own pieces,

And lose some of them...

 

And now I'm walking on pieces,

That remind me of the old me...

It reminds me of us...

And I carry those memories along

And walk on the pieces of broken me...

 ~C.G.Soares