3/11/14- 19:24
I am lost.
I am afraid.
I am walking with no real reason to.
I am waiting,
For someone
Or something
To take me away from this.
I want to take care of something
Because I can't take care of myself,
I want to fix you
Because I can't fix myself.
Often I latch my fingers onto the shard,
And delicately press,
And anticipate some sort of miracle.
Some sort of freedom.
An end to this.
Broken china, let me hold you?
Blood buzzing vibrantly, boastfully
Against the white porcelain,
Loudly and confidently on the cold floorboards,
Dancing around in the soapy water below.
Crimson, stained, shattered china,
Let me fix you?
