I'd rather be the shattered mess of glass strewn across the floor of every hallway in your house than be the frame that once held this mirror together
because now that I'm free from the grasp of this "pride" you so cherished you can't leave the lonely cave in your black hole of a heart without the remnants of me splitting your flesh to the bone.
I hope I haunt every corner of your godless life the way you did mine.