you know the type of glass you try to pick up with your fingers?
but the smell of your blood still lingers?
the sink that's mixed with blood stained tears, that you had washed out through the years
the reason your mom sits in bed at night still crying
while your dad just feels like dying
had they wondered why
that you would always cry
then maybe , just maybe, they could have saved you
from the sorrowful look in your eye.