I Am Broken Glass

I am broken glass waiting to pierce your feet To bloody you up and see your pain For I am in so much I want to spread it around I am on fire, my teeth are sad. My gums hurt, and I want to share this with thousands of others Wailing is what I am doing now for shingles has consumed my body My ankles are thick, my throat sore Food comes back up, in an untasty way. I am broken, I have been stepped on. Kicked to the curb, I lie in wait, for you But dare you come? I would not if I had a choice God did not deem that for me. Choosing for me. Which causes me anguish Comes out as wheezing The wind comes through, trying to sooth but my mind is set against all hope I am broken glass, waiting to pierce your feet.