Wait for the glass

Waiting

Waiting for that day to come

But the waiting hasn't even begun

There is still a lot of time

but why not shorten it

I have scissors in my hand

and a string behind my back

I could cut it

but there is no energy left

I want to break a mirror and see the glass flying

Hitting me and feel the Pain

Flying into my direction while I laugh

I want the glass inside my pale skin

Author's Note

Do not mind my grammar :D