I am like broken glass
That cannot be replaced
The tiny shards
From fallen plates
Minute pieces are the smallest detail
The story of my life
Is the longest tale
Although I'm still young
There is so much to tell
The way I have lived my life
And climbed out of hell
People that I trusted
Are making me cry
People that I loved
Make me want to die
Through cracked mirrors
What do I see?
A broken girl
Staring back at me
The pieces of her life
Like the fallen plates
Are too hot to touch
And too much to face.
- Amelie Bouiscim
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