You used to treat me as if I was glass.
The rarest gem in the world.
But then,
When I was cracking under my own pressure,
You hit me with a hammer to shatter me,
You didn't want to keep me together,
You shattered me.
You're gone now,
I had to get away.
Back then I thought I was precious,
Back then I was oblivious.
Now I know,
I'm not.
I'm not said rare gem,
I'm worth nothing.
You told me white lies,
You said I'd be ok.
I'm not ok.
