What are feelings?
Are they butterflies in your stomach when you fall in love?
Or are they thunderstorms, that crush you in a matter of seconds?
Or maybe they are small elements in your mind, slowly taking over your thoughts and actions, ripping you apart without you realizing?
Feelings are nothing, but they are everything.
Feelings are deadly,yet beautiful; like a red rose with its striking thorns,bound to break off its stem.
The rose didn't choose to break.
The rose didn't want to fall.
But feelings, feelings take over,
just like they do to anyone.
Feelings are fatal.

Who am i?
I am a small piece of broken glass. Small enough to cut a finger but big enough to be noticed.
I have scars. does that make me..broken?
I am a piece of glass, unable to unite myself again with another piece of glass. But who am i to say i need to be united?
i am a piece of glass.
i can unite myself with only myself and my broken pieces.
Useless,scared and alone, but strong enough to live.
I am a piece of glass.
I am still here, on this ground.
I might be invisible to the eye, but to myself i am mighty.
I am not a piece of glass.
I am a full glass of water; water as clear as thin air; water which is as important as to survive.
I am an element of my own.
A glass, filled with water, ready to be useful in this cruel world.
I am a piece of glass, and i am the most important.