The intensity with which we shatter Those what’s-left-of-us shards that cut you deep Brokenness and jagged edges When prices paid with pieces feels too steep
Only two things cause our own destruction We’re broken from without or from within The damage goes beyond reconstruction We can’t build what we built before again
Cracked into piles of debris on the floor The remnants of escaped emotion’s cage Whose seething burn couldn’t take it anymore Disposing of it disrespects its rage