I try to pick myself up
Try to change
Clean slate,
Try to start fresh,
every time.
But every time,
You beat me down
Into a million little tiny pieces
To the point where,
I can’t even find myself to pick up the pieces.
I’m just shattered,
Pieces of me laying all over,
Just hoping the glass shards don’t cut anyone else too deep.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC
I try to pick myself up
Try to change
Clean slate,
Try to start fresh,
every time.
But every time,
You beat me down
Into a million little tiny pieces
To the point where,
I can’t even find myself to pick up the pieces.
I’m just shattered,
Pieces of me laying all over,
Just hoping the glass shards don’t cut anyone else too deep.
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