I see you in the distance as you lay scattered all over the floor,
I immediately take on the responsibility of fixing you.
I pick up each piece carefully to avoid breaking you even more.
I do not mind the cuts I get nor the thick red blood dripping from my hands,
I have fixed before
So why should you be any different.
The more of you I put together the less of you there is,
Not enough to restore you fully.
I begin taking pieces of myself to substitute the ones you're missing.
With each part of me I give to you I become weaker,
Until I eventually fall to the ground and shatter.
The only thing I regret is not being strong enough to….fix…you…..