im broken, in more ways than one. Over the years ive tried to glue it all back together but pieces are just dangling and ready to fall off.
I feel like im a discarded glass placed in a dark corner of a cabinet shelf to be forgotten.
I see light once in a while when the door opens but then its quickly back to darkness.
sitting there knowing my fate will be to be eventually tossed to the trash.
I watch as other glasses, plates, and bowls are grabbed, with hope one day I will be picked up and brought on the same journey they are.