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These splinters in my fingertips

Slivers of glass and broken dreams

The ache for their fulfillment is

Spreading

Spreading

Spreading

Worse than a bad disease



I lay here on my bed

Of glass and broken dreams

My flesh so thin

So easily torn

I am hurting

Bleeding from the seams



I’ve been laying here for so long

At the mercy of these broken things

These wounds just keep on

Swelling

Swelling

Swelling

Till they’re fully numb from the sting



I am

Weeping

Weeping

Weeping

For my broken glass

My broken dreams