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Pieces of Glass
You don’t know how it feels
Because you’re the one cutting
Cutting into my brain with your words
Cutting into my skin with your actions
Cutting into me like I’m a corpse
You stabbed a piece of glass into my heart
You put a knife in my back
You cut me down
And yet you want me to be great
But you who teach me to be kind
Teach be to be respectful
Teach me to do right
you don’t know how to do
What an example
You say you love me
But actions speak louder than words
And Your thoughts say otherwise
You’re just a hypocrite
Jealous of your daughter
Maybe one day I’ll be enough
Or maybe I’ll be gone
Maybe you’ll never get your daughter back
Or Maybe I’ll cut you down, put a knife in your back, and stab your heart
And Now you know how I feel
But do you care?
Do you care that you’ve ruined me
Do you care I’m no longer that little girl who laughed till she cried
Do you care enough to treat me right
Or are you just gonna keep throwing pieces of glass left and right
Do you care how I feel?
Piece by piece you hurt me
Piece by piece you broke me
Piece by piece I fell apart
Piece by piece you left me crying in the dark
Piece by piece I was tore
Piece by piece i bleed even more
Pieces of glass you threw
Pieces of glass i melt together
Because somehow they’ll always be part of me
They made me who I am
Pieces of glass i will always love
Pieces of glass I’ll forever see
Pieces of me lost that I’ll never get back
Safe to say You don’t know how it feels
Deep down I know I still love you
But when can I get the love back?
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Brylea Harris is a 17 year old who lives in a small town outside of Knoxville Tennessee. She is just now finding her love for poetry. She wrote this with anger. So read with anger.