Out of Glue

Oh no, the bottle's running low
Almost to the end
My soul's in pieces and I need more glue
Before your words can break it again.

Magical substance make things stick together
Maybe pieces of pain, too
I've done this many times before
Each time harder to make myself new.

Words I've told you hurt me
Words I've warned you not to say
These words have been spoken
Turned the skies of my world the ugliest shade of gray.

Not sure why I put up with this
Unaware of reasons to call you my friend
Glue and our friendship have a lot in common
They're almost to the end.