Gather Me

Isn't it more painful when tears don't fall?

When you try to take them all in.

And tears inside you,

Become shattered ice.

Shattered glass,

Breaking you,

Cutting your insides.

Shattered glass.

That once were tears,

Go straight to your heart.

Those are the ones that cut,

The ones that make you feel hurt.

The sensations you hate.

The worst kind of pain.

Shattered heart.

Those tears that cut,

Your heart into fractured pieces.

Gather them all,

Gather the pieces,

If you wish for me to love.

If you wish for me to live.

Shattered self.

Gather me.