Today I was Glass

Beautiful way to express the pain that is depression, feeling our defenses stripped away, stepping on the shattered pieces of glass trying to find shards that are big enough to put back together again, rarely finding anything more than more scars, new cuts, new shattered glass

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s