I am broken
In hundreds of pieces.
Like lace they make intricate designs on my body and mind.
And my edges are sharp.
When anyone gets close they get poked.
I make them bleed.
When they can't loose anymore blood.
They leave.
I am used to it.
Then I met you.
This time might be different though.
You have cracks and edges too.
You bleed slower than the others.
But, we both know you will bleed out if you stick around too long.
But I am bleeding out faster too.
I'm trying to slow the bleeding but it's get stronger and stronger.
I think you will survive;I will not.
