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?