You'll find me surrounded by walls,
In a puddle of my own blood and tears,
Too scared to turn,
You'll find me broken,
With shards of your memory stuck in me,
Like glass,
Piercing and broken drawing blood,
You'll find damaged goods,
In place of what should be me,
In a puddle of my own blood and tears,
Surrounded by walls that have been perfected,
Over many years,
Of pain and loss and tears.
