Like a globe of glass
My heart shatters as it hits the
lowest point, but how low is that
when every moment feels low
every day low
every
feeling
slow
Not doing enough
I don't feel like it
This emptiness
Feels
Like it hurts
But I don't know
Like a shard of glass
I pass my days
reflecting on the past
Those days I should have died
So that I'd never be
In this room
melting
too much pressure to hold
melting
the pressure
I fold
And...
now I'm a globe of glass
falling to the low
The surface tenses before hitting the ground
shattering into another
low
stay beautiful
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