I am a prince made out of glass. No one wants me, so I am going to go.
I have jumped.
Everyday I wake up to a kingdom that scaths my heart and makes me cover my eyes out of the very fear that fuels my longing for escape. Every morning I wake up to people who make mock me and leave me to my fatal thoughts, I need to get away.
I am falling.
I have given my heart, and, with open arms, let it be crushed with fists of iron. I have had my words forsaken. By mornings wake I walk into my crumbling kingdom, I see the ones I love, then fear they will eat me alive.
I can see the ground…
I am scared… So terribley frightened...
Out of the corner of my mind I see my nightmares. In the crevices of my brain I hear my deepest fears. In the pit of my stomach I feel so much pain and sorrow. Like millions upon millions of pounds of shards eating at my bodys fragile stomach... Heart... And brain.
I wait for it to come, waiting for deaths tender embrace. Then I hit the ground…
I am broken
Poor glass prince is broken.
