Nothing but Broken Glass

Life is precious, but it’s also hard.

They say live it well, but it’s never easy.

It’s all about quality, but it’s still difficult.

How do I see my life? It’s nothing but broken glass.

My life, it’s had all sorts of ups and downs.

I’ve been happy, but then I’ll feel sad to.

Some times are good, but most are really bad.

All my life appears to be, is nothing but broken glass.

My memories, both good and bad, are scattered all around.

When reassembled, they form no true shape or image.

But all I see in them, is misery and troubles.

Because I feel that my life, is nothing but broken glass.

Trouble attacks me, but only when I’m wide awake.

I relax in stress free peace, but only when I’m asleep.

Would trouble truly leave me, if my sleep became eternal?

Because I fear that my life, is nothing but broken glass.

I have loved ones, and yet I still feel alone.

I know what love and respect is, but I feel empty.

I have a lucky life, but I can’t feel lucky at all.

Because I worry that my life, is nothing but broken glass.

I’m attacked by my peers, because of their complaints and hate.

They don’t know me, but yet they shut me out and leave me alone.

There are untrue lies about me, and they’re easily fooled by them.

And it’s made my life nothing but broken glass.

What is my place in this world of isolation and rejection?

Will I ever replace the depression that lives inside me?

When will my memories form a happy image once again?

I want to fix my faith, because it’s nothing but broken glass.