Shattered Glass
The pieces of me are spread across the floor as I have thrown it there
All of my energy was put into the sabotage
so why on earth would I waste my time trying to pick it up
it will prick my finger and then drop all of it
there are consequences to my actions
I have accepted mine
even made a few of them
is there something wrong with me when i don't even have
the energy to cry
take a shower
eat
My reflection in the glass shows me
brokenness
weakness
self-pitying
is the glass true?
or is the reflection just as broken as itself
I can't really tell the difference anymore
between living and dying
pain is visual
i pick up the glass
to prick myself and sabotage myself
yet again
what is wrong with my habits
will I ever have an explanation
to why this sadness is so indisposable
even when I think I got rid of it for good it stays and sneaks up
at all the
wrong times
Copyright © Oktober Iverson | Year Posted 2025
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