What next?

You split me open with your delicate hands

You tore me apart — limb to limb

You dug your way in and made yourself home

You even knew about the things that were buried deep under

You were that silver lining in a mushroom cloud of disasters — did it ever occur to you that you were a glimmer of hope?

Then came the day you left home — after tarnishing it with the filth you brought along

How was it easy for you to walk on without caring anymore?

Now I’m left alone

In this home of filth — stripped off my skin

Picking up the pieces and throwing out the filth

All alone to rebuild the wall you so easily broke

Back into the waters of dangerous fishes

Like a glass — once broken cannot be put together again — I’m beyond repair with your name etched in my soul.

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