I wonder if you ever think of me, I wonder if sometimes I'm the only one you can see. Maybe it's just plain fantasy But, I wonder if we could ever be. But it's not as good as you thought it would be because all the shards are on the ground but you choose not to see.
But,darling, we're stepping on the shards. And we love the pain. It makes us feel alive. It takes our minds off from the pain within. But one day, you could take the pain no more. You left right out the front door.
Now the shards still take away the inner pain with physical pain. Just, not in the same way.
Not my best poem, but I haven't written anything for months and I really felt like writing something, about anyone or anything just to get my mind off the stress of school.