Tell me, tell me how it's supposed to be.

Help me,
Guide me.

But instead you fool me, break me.

Feed me to the bloodthirsty hounds. They bite at me while poking at my insecurities, my flaws, my faults.

My skin is tearing and I'm afraid it won't be able to able to sewn together and to your standard.

In my vulnerable state I'm now begging for your help, love and attention.

But you, YOU are too engrossed in yourself to notice me, barely alive. Too selfish you are to give me a second glance or time if day.

I'm at a crossroads, contemplating between light and dark.

I'm too much of a coward to end so I put a mask on and face it.

Glass falls and breaks eventually.