Prettier When Broken

Is it fair
that its me spilling blood
over your stupid mistakes
is it fair
that I cry till I cant cry anymore
over your stupid mistakes
is it fair
that I spend hours wishing I could die
over your stupid mistakes
is it fair
that you lied to me,
about something that really mattered..
and I watch it shatter, like glass from the window I broke..
watching it shatter to pieces, and wondering how to put it back together..

and sometimes I think it's prettier when broken