A Cry For Help

Heart Of Glass

I had my own heart shattered,

And I want not, to have, to clean up

Someone else's pieces.

I was left with more trust issues,

Than there were pieces of my heart,

Which was practically dust.

It hurt so much, I'd fallen Ill,

And it was a wound,

I'm not even sure time can heal.

I still mananged to put back together,

My heart that was almost made sand,

But now I must tread carefully with my heart of glass.