Pieces
My blood is red
My eyes are red
The pain inside me
Is undescribable
He has hurt me
For I have nothing
Left inside me
I am empty
I am broken
I am torn
I look in
The mirror
I see nothing
I see shattered glass
Pieces of my broken heart
Pieces of my soul
Pieces you’ve thrown away
What is there now
But the broken glass
And my broken heart
by
lindseymarieposted on 05/12/2008
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