I breathe,
as hard as I can
To not let them fall from my eyes.
To not let them see my defeat.
My weakness.
My heart,
I keep locked.
On display for no one but myself.
But yet why do i still vandalize my own display?
My own display of Love
My display of sympathy
My display of my beauty that I have
My heart that held individuals with endearity,
Aches with endless shards.
Fallen from my soul.
My window.
My illustration.
Shattered into pieces,
Will I ever see it again?
- Shards that pierced my soul
