Not a scratch
No, just an open sore
Now infected and covered
In growing abhor.

Broken skin,
Broken soul
Beyond repair and yet
Not more breakable
My heart lays motionless
Lifeless

Lifeless due to your harshness
Motionless because of hopelessness
With every callous feeling
And every hurtful sting
I then have to pick out the shared glass seeds
If only it would cease on what the open sore needs

Hanging and manifesting it is bred from a facade
Waiting and absorbing it stays in the shade
Sheltered and forming it now becomes something true
A new combined me
A new combined you.