Falling to your knees
In pathetic homage
Tears spill and words cry
Longing for perfection
In his eyes
All that matters
His opinion of you
Shattered dreams
Shards of glass
Stains of blood
Your soul
Scattered
Lost
Alone
Trampled on the floor
Hoping for something
That can never be
Only existing in fantasy
A beautiful release
From reality
Shattered glass
Means nothing to me
Already wiped
From lovely memories
Only left
Harsh, cruel, cold
Filled with shame
And hate
But mostly shame
Of being you
What's normal anyways?