Shards of glass everywhere,
I keep finding them here and there
They had to break a window to get in,
To save me from my sin
Faint reminders of that night,
I didn't want to fight
My heart is still broken,
It may heal soon, but when?
What I did,
Was really stupid
For love I thought was true,
I was hurt, and didn't know what to do
For a while I felt no pain,
And had nothing to gain
It was so peaceful,
Feeling nothing at all
I think I want to live,
I haven't much left to give
I want love to come my way,
Who knows when, but someday
NOTE TO EVERYONE ON THIS SITE: This poem was written about two years ago, and I just decided to post it now. This is the last, in a series of three. This one was written, in the thought of what might have happened, if I actually attempted to kill myself. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine. Thanks! Janjan
