A shattered memory

Everyone had their own chance, but they gave me a used one, I threw my empty chance and watched it as the chance hit the wall and shattered. The pieces fell and I saw my reflection, she was screaming for help, begging for purification. I stood still, staring at her as she collected the crying pieces and tried to fix everything. However, it was used and empty. I grabbed the pieces with her and felt them cutting through my skin, I saw the tears of the broken chance, wishing if they could stay immersed within me as they become a part of me. I , the forsaken become a whole, still feeling the shattered pieces in my blood, yearning for salvation deep inside, but outside, I am only a forsaken memory!

Author's Note

Sorry for my English, I hope you like it :)