It hurt when i Stumble across her.
She was like broken glass all along the floor.
But it was beautiful and curiosity got the best of me
I remember looking at her and all i could see was pain.
She had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it
and her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her
I want to pick her pieces
I want to put her back together
And so i tried. i really did.
I got a little cut a long the way
The more I tried to fix her the more fragile i become myself
But i didn't care.
I wanted to see her happy.
Every time i made her laugh i thought about how i wanted to make her laugh forever.
She was getting better.
Eventually she was put together enough to get up and work away.
But she didn't take me with her.
And I've been stuck sitting here where i first found her.
Wondering if the pieces left in the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.