My heart has been transformed to glass.
It's been shattered into a million pieces and crushed by bare feet. The people didn't stop even if it hurt, they really didn't.
I tried to get every single piece back, I-I really did.
I tried to fix it. I tried to ask people for help, I did.
But it never went back to its normal state, it never did.
Now that broken heart which has been tortured can't even secure blood inside.
It drips like water from a faucet.
Drop by drop.
The cracks form beautiful pattern which I trace everyday,
Bit by bit.
Memory by memory.
The river in my eyes flow rapidly, though, I do wish it dried out.
The glass heart has been destroyed and repaired multiple times, not just once.
I try to find a replacement for the missing parts, but nothing fits.
And at the end of the night, I have a fake, broken heart sheltered by my skin.
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