They say never cry over spilt milk
But its my last straw
Im gone
I’ve lost my will to go on
My happiness has disappeared 
I can’t grasp onto anything
Not even the glass of milk
When the glass shattered
I felt the shards puncture my heart
Tearing it even more than you did
Now it’s not only milk on the floor,
Its my blood,
My tears,
My sweat,
I crawl on the ground
The glass digging into my knees
Cutting into my heart more than my legs
I pick myself up and
Piece the glass together, as well as my heart
And wipe up the mess i made
My sweat,
My tears,
My blood,
And the spilt milk