Shattered glass on the floor
My eyes glance back to the door
What if I ran away?
From all my wants and dreams that ran astray
I want happiness it’s all I asked
But all I have is broken glass
The shard of glass breaks the skin
Blood pours out and starts to mend
That’s how we’re built to start anew
Start the healing process, the scars we’ll have a few
Reminders of the battles we’ve fought
Reminders that it wasn’t all for not.
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