The broken glass lay on the floor
out for the world to see...

The voices never seem to stop
where is it all coming from...

I walk down this broken path
the story of my life...

This poem probably doesn't make since... but tell...

Stuck between the two
don't know which to choose...

I'm sad, confused
twisted and used...

So many thoughts
so hard to control...

I hear you talk to her
and its drives me crazy...

I sniff another powdered line
i taste the bitterness in my throat...

I drink who i am away
slowly I'm turning numb...

It's only been a few days
and i already slept with him...

This poem my good friend tyler had written. not...