Shattered Glass Dipped In Red: Four Shards; First Shard
First Shard
My childhood was tainted in a single moment
In an instant
It happened so fast
And unable to go back
Turn back time
To change that moment
To continue the purity
For the purity to last all through my childhood
Giving it no room for flaws
Maybe then my adulthood could be saved
Saved from the filth from the past
Maybe then my life wouldn’t be burdened In such a way
Fill my child self with other issues to carry
Because these,
Right now,
Is too much?
Mind broken
Like glass that was shattered
Pieces scattered throughout my mind
Cutting my delicate fingers as I try to pick up the pieces
The smallest pieces I can hardly see are what hurt the most
They catch me by surprise
It stings
But yet I continue to clean the mess
The mess I did not make
When I get close to being done
The ones I can not see sting
I frantically search for what seems to be invisible pieces
Bleeding more and more
Forgetting I am bleeding
No
Ignoring I am bleeding
Because the mess needs to be cleaned
It needs to be spotless
But now a new mess arises
I take notice to the blood that has filled my mind
And now
Another mess to be cleaned
Blood
Everywhere
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