Somewhere in the world a young girl sits with her headphones in and music blaring strikingly loud Listen delicately and you'll hear the pain in the words from a writer who is proud to share their work to an entire crowd A writer who's Words are so well spoken... They give you the blues She feels so broken From glass which has shattered And left her with cuts and bruises Everyone she loves she loses So much so that all she can do is Sit there and do what she always does She abuses herself Now a boy comes by with a bright smile And a brand new toon and he says The words she's always needed to hear He says it without any sort of fear Because he has no fear He says it so clear It brings a tear to his own eye Hello there, my dear, What'r ya listen' to? Come on, don't be shy The girl looks up with her shattered eyes And broken heart and says what she has trained herself to, ВЂњNothing new”. He takes off his hood And he spoke as he stood Just as any strong person would Nothing that's good Nothing that will help you in the way everything should. Let me save you I could help you get through The pain that you're going through Let me help you see the world in a new hue Do you know who Who what? Who you are. Strive to be the best version of you Try to be entirely true True to... ? True to yourself Make is so they rue the day they ever tried to Stop you or hurt you But, that's what they do... what's the point? Because darling that's how you do it You show them the day where Despite all the broken glass And sass You flew Don't do this It won't help you through Fight like the warrior I know you can be Be free Despite the cuts on your face And the glass stuck to your knee Free like the waves at sea Free like the wind that creates those waves And flies for miles and brings new smiles And entwines itself perfectly into the branches of the old oak tree The same wind that helps the leaves fall from that tree Helps the leaves be free And the tree is lifted from its year-long burden Like wind, help liberate everyone and every thing And be what they're supposed to be The wind that blows unrelentingly And apologetically With continuous glee Show them that you are the key Because we're all the key To someone's locked door Because everyone keeps something hidden Inside their house or their room or a glass box Everyone has something that they lock away And houses have windows People like to break windows Like they break your spirit Don't let them Some might throw rocks in at the windows To create more shattered glass and sad eyes Because windows are the houses eyes Some might sneak their way in When you forget to close the window you left open Because you wanted to feel the wind on your skin But they aren't welcomed so break-ins don't count Be the person who stops those break ins Remember, you are a house and though your windows may be broken You're still standing strong Your bones are keeping you upright And your foundation--your faith-- it remains And take in all of your own glory Because darling you are glorious Honestly miss, Its ludicrous How gorgeous you are And how you don't see it How don't you see it? It's really a pity That you're so pretty Especially with those shattered eyes Eyes that have seen so many lies Eyes that just want to hide Please don't hide from me. You don't see that you're New York City You never sleep There's never a moment where you don't make a peep Some think you're a bit of a creep (you're not) But in the end you make everyone feel welcomed But you yourself don't feel welcomed Why don't you feel welcomed Who told you that your body was a toy or a tool They were a fool No, they weren't cool Darling, show them you rule You wish your body was clay That way you could shape yourself into whatever they want to You could do whatever they say But darling I pray That someday You'll show everyone just how much You slay Slay, girl. You're a fighter. The girl smiles in a new, healed sort of way In a way you can't help but to hope will always stay Kind of like how you hope the new puppy doesn't stray Although sometimes it does On occasion, puppies run away But, hey, that's okay Because you have to have the courage to run after it And search it out Sometimes it's hard But you can't pout Happiness is worth it Never underestimate the power of positivity But also never underestimate the power of negativity Both can consume you If you let it And never, don't you ever, underestimate the things you say They count they matter and hey Often, they can save the day Go save someone's day.
There is so much more than what we see What we fear and choose to perceive What we're told we must believe A place that's hard to conceive A portal to a world beyond belief Since birth it waits for you and me A world beyond a lucid dream I can tell you where this portal leads It leads to a cure for humanity So step onto the magic train And learn to accept your certain death For life is nothing more Then fabricated reality
Fate, it seems Is not without a sense of irony*
I finally broke free of the evil me It wasn't church that set me free It wasn't drugs from psychiatry It wasn't money that made me see I had to die from this reality And accept my certain death
It's your turn to consider the facts Now breathe a bit and try to relax Just one second as I remove the mask Then a crack like a whip and a panic attack No slack as you slip into a static bath Your vertebrae is split and severed in half You blast away and never look back The math adds up so you have to adapt Half of you is lost and your soul is cracked The other half swirls in the endless black As you float down an uncharted path You finally break through at last
All you thought you knew from life Is shattered As you step into the looking glass
I mean, you look at yourself What do you see? I'm studying the carcass in front of me Who had died last year It's eyes were black sockets where they used to shine bright For the light had left them long ago
A shrunken, loose leather hung from the bones The brain bled The heart ripped A permanent smile The fingers curled at the end That's what stood across in the mirror, the truth
This room filled with the aroma of death And anger, sadness, and fear I can't help but wonder if the reflection was what my future was supposed to be Or that is how I truly looked on the inside
I am glass, Sharp edged and dirty, Offering reflections Or even visions. I am glass, Inanimate and still, Giving scars and taking scratches. I am glass, Fragile and careful, Put only where it's safe. I am glass, Receiving buffers and renewals, Shining brightly and glistening In a new sun. But not too brightly, Sometimes reflecting no light at all. Because your fingerprints are always Embedded in my surface. I am glass.
glass.
Author: Benjamin Adams
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Date: 02/04/2020
№ 1205005
Broken Glass pt 2
Have you ever walked on Broken glass before? I'm sure most of you Would say no, but Do you really think You haven't? Have you ever gotten Out of bed with your Broken heart so heavy It feels like its hanging out of Your chest? Have you ever walked Around in public smiling Even though you know Your funeral was the day prior? Have you ever drove Through the place you guys Used to love the most and All you can see is ghosts? This is walking on Broken glass.
The water is still as I gaze upon it, the sunshine reflecting in my eyes and I feel like I'm blinded, it's a reflection so bright that I cannot see... nor do I want to. Reality shifts, and I can feel the intensity of every moment, and I twitch... shaking towards my own destiny, as I wallow and suffocate in my own fear, my flashy insecurities... I can't believe you see me, may I run? Not that I want to, I'd rather drown... either way it could be fun, do you not agree? Someone once told me they loved me, proceeding anyhow within my doubt, thus how I skeptically do not agree, with all that's perpetually mistaken for dull sound... I love you... and I say those words without a hidden meaning, it's only truth that I am speaking, you wrecked my world in such a good and terrible way, that I must be honest... whatever part you cast me in, I'll gladly be the one who plays.
