Shattered glass along the floor,
The smiles and laughter are no more.
Her beauty lies where she can't see,
But without her sight she can't believe
That on the inside there is more
Than tears and skin that has been torn.
The darkness eats the golden light,
All through the day internal fights,
Of whether she deserves to live;
The peace of death is all God can give.
But could she take those sleeping pills,
Or tie that rope that only kills?
Could she really die in peace
When she knows her mother's life will cease
Once her foot hangs loose and free?
What will she choose her fate to be?