Have you ever felt the pain of a soul breaking under pressure?
The Unspeakable and the Ineffable pain from being broken into a thousand pieces and left completely alone. It is incomparable, indescribable, and extraordinarily difficult to comprehend. Broken, wounded, abandoned and forgotten. I'm cast aside like yesterday's newspaper
I am like a plant when I die, insignificant and of little value. So what will I do with my short life? ... I'm going to scream, sing, dance, be a little crazy and then some, I won't regret not trying. I'll do it all, even if it means nothing to others.
Because if you're going to break me I'll make sure there are splinters left so you remember me. Splinters like pain or memory of better days. I'll be painful, but you'll miss me. Like a splinter of the tree you loved to climb to appreciate the view.
I'll be small compared to the forest of memories in your heart, but you won't be able to take me away from you.
