More poems by splatterpaint zebra

Broken Glass

So this is how it ends,
here I lay,
on the floor of my broken dreams,
scattered shards of things once known
around me lie like broken glass
alone, the darkness is a welcome break
from the real world,
from the act,
the pain
here, I am me.

I am alone,
and I need no one to help me.

I am too far gone to be helped.

feeling no doubt
of myself
of others
of anything
i am not worth the effort of
being doubted
say what you will
be what you are
love who you must
but do not forget
who you were
and what you said