We break so easily.
We drop to a new low and shatter to pieces.
And after that point there's no fixing completely what has been broken.
We can be used for many things.
We can be taken advantage of to out breaking point.
And then we break again.
Sometimes we're even used after we're broken.
Some of us can be seen through just like a window.
Some of us out different colors to look beautiful.
Yet we're made the same way.
And we all break the same way.
We drop to our lowest and we get destroyed.
We can't really escape the inevitability that in the end we're going to get destroyed somehow.
We try to escape the struggles and pain of this.
But it destroys us.
Hiding all the demons we face.
It shatters us.
And we can't fix ourselves.
We're broken.
We're little glass pieces.
We're shattered on the ground.
Waiting for someone to pick us up and find a new meaning for our endlessly struggling life.
