Take every broken piece of me
but
don't try to put them back together
I've tried
I'll show you the scars, and bruises
of my heart
to prove it, but,
I don't think I need to.
You already know
how it feels to cut yourself with glass.
Take my broken pieces
and hang them off the highest tower
you can find.
and let the light
dance off them
and make them glint like fire.
Then even though they are broken and shattered
They will become art
like a stained glass mosaic.
And people will come and gape at my beauty
For some did not even know it existed
but, make sure you do not let these people
touch my shattered pieces.
For they will only crack it with their
frosted fingertips...

For how do you think I became broken in the first place?

Let’s waste our youth on these mindless games
On these pixelated screens
Warped from reality
All. Of. Us.
Let’s pretend our world doesn’t exist
And when it burns to the ground
We’ll be left standing in the ashes wondering what went wrong