Shattered glass from the times of the past
Walking on that glass which is the pain from my past

Bleeding from my life, from my cuts within
A life of destruction, a life of pain

Why was this to be, did it have to happen to me
It only led me to my own misery

A misery of pain, a pain from within
Which I brought upon myself, with no sympathy.

Was it pity that I wanted or did I even care
A life that I brought upon myself

This life of misery