Broken Glass

Your words peirce my skin like broken glass.

The blood trickles down my finger tips as I reach for a hand to hold. Nothing is right. Everything hurts. I'm trapped.There's a glimmor of light. I run to it. Hoping, praying that my mind isn't tricking me. I don't need false hope. I need assurence that life can be beautiful...Even for me.

Author's Note

Ok, so just had a fight with my ex...I dont want him back but I really did love him. This is how I feel when I talk to him. He makes me feel like everything that was wrong in our relationship was my fault....anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Please rate and comment.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Direct and honest emotion in the poem. The strong description led to a very good ending. All of us need assurance of a good life where we are safe and needed. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote