When the glass shatters

When will she ever learn? That mending a broken glass Much like a broken soul Then give it back to the breaker Will only ever result in the same situation Haven't years of sitting in a physics class ever taught her anything? An experiment done in same unchanged circumstances Will always result in the same conclusion The conclusion in this case being: It doesn’t matter if hopes and tears are shed, Immeasurable trust won’t save her in the end. The multitude of hopes That something, anything might change ever A hope to which she holds no control over And a thought to which she’ll always be last She allows it To be broken and devoured in pain in a vicious cycle Over and over and over In hopes, faith? That one day, maybe some day It’ll stop hurting Not stop breaking, not merely heal But ever so simply, painstakingly stop hurting.