I feel as if my life was
breaking into
a million small glass
pieces,
shattering into
a glittering mess.
The sharp shards of reality
cutting deep wounds
in my heart,
that can never
be healed again.
I am terrified of what
will happen next
I must confess.
YOU ARE READING
Here's to...
PoetryHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...
