Broken GlassA Poem by crush93Your words peirce my skin like broken glass. The blood trickles down my finger tips as I reach for a hand to hold. Nothing is right. Everything hurts. I'm trapped.There's a glimmor of light. I run to it. Hoping, praying that my mind isn't tricking me. I don't need false hope. I need assurence that life can be beautiful...Even for me. © 2012 crush93Author's Note
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1 Review Added on October 1, 2012 Last Updated on October 1, 2012 Authorcrush93ILAboutI'm a simple person. Although I want more out of life than the averege nine to five days, working to live rather than actually living. I'll find my way in this thing we call life. My life is difficult.. more..Writing
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