you're just a little girl,
lost among broken glass and
porcelain tears.
and today i found you
lying in broken glass.
your skin shone red
and you started to cry
when i picked you up.
you were only a little girl,
how did it get to this?
i don't understand how they
can beat you and bruise you
and leave you there to
hurt.
you're just a sweet little girl,
who loves folk music and
who used to smile every time
she talked to people.

you used to love glass.
the way it shined and the
way it reflected the real you.
but now the glass lies broken
at your feet and

you are the one that
broke it.
or are you the one
that's broken?