3:07 p.m. - October 19, 2010
Coffin filled with broken glass
I'm inside a coffin, with broken pieces of glass. I'm breaking my mind trying to figure out how these pieces got broken. I have no clue how to put them back because in my heart I have no desire to do so. Arms covered in scabs, for holding on to the broken shards. Like tattoos, they tell an unspoken story which I am too weak to say. I want to say-no- scream that I am tired of trying to put everything back together like it was before.

Its broken, its over, I'm done bleeding in the dark. I'm tired of holding the pieces on my skin. Take them out!