My broken glass rose I collected all the petals But someone took them away from me Why? Why did she take them away? It wasn't even bothering her And now I just have one left But it's more broken than the others I had She doesn't want me not like I care anymore But I am your kid and you are my mother And not a good one either You hate me cause I like guys Threw a knife at me and told me to **** myself bleed yourself dry you said But I'm still here and you hate me You've taken all my glass petals and only left me one One that was more broken than the others Just like you you said And left the room My broken glass rose is all gone Cause you've now taken the last piece of it and me along with it And she's thrown them all away
This poem is not about me. It's about this guy I met. His name is Bo.