You think you understand me. You really don't. I have so much stuff you don't understand. I'm fragmented. I cry over simple things. I break down. A lot of things happen that you can't even imagine. I've been beaten down so many times that I can't even count them anymore.
I've suffered lifetimes of pain in a day. I have been pushed to nothing. I have been crushed to dust then brought back because I have to live another day. I am nothing but yet everything. I felt years of pain in seconds. I've been brokenhearted multiple times. I've lived tons of lives but no one would believe me. I know life from every perspective. My eyes are still but are painted with the colors of the years.
I shine every color but yet no one cares to see. I'm broken glass. Breaking the very light to different colors. Forcing new life into my fractured parts. Everyone just sees what I once was, a glass chandelier. Not the glaring colors that dance around the walls that everyone avoids. I'm destroyed. Splintered.
Chained to a life that was given to me. I carry it with me forever. I wish that it could drop it but it's stuck to me. Even if I ignore it, it will just drag me further behind. I'm suffocated by the world I grew up in but I'm not allowed to leave. Every inch I get out of here the thinner the air gets. I've nearly died multiple times but I still continue I need to make it to the real air. Even if I have to cut the string on my mouth with my collapsed self.
