They tell you when you grow up that you're this mass with cells and atoms and everything weighs something and that's your body, but I'm convinced that I'm made out of glass because there have been times I have physically felt myself shatter.

Maybe I'm not good at giving in but I was at one time and eventually they just told me my smile wasn't as bright and my eyes didn't shine like they used to and I took that as a sign to just go my own way and leave him alone and let them keep talking.

The thing about it is, they all start off with a I know how to fix you don't they? And you usually give them a chance because you never got one and why not let people feel better? But eventually you learn that no, they cannot fix you, because like glass, you cannot be put back together perfectly once you break.

And I wish more than anything things weren't like this but when you try to fix someone while being completely shattered it never turns out in a good way and I could tell him twenty times over but will he believe it when he sees me cry and wonders why I can't trust him? But what he doesn't know is I can't even trust myself anymore and I look for comfort in this abyss but there isn't any so I'm left to just jump on boulders hoping to god I won't slip.