I am walking on glass

Desperately trying not to cut my bare feet again

But I can't help it

Every step I take, no matter how small, always seems to add another cut to my skin

They keep coming

They keep bleeding

Until I ask myself how there is any blood even left to stain the usually crystal clear pieces

It doesn't matter how light I try to make myself

How careful I try to be

Speaking up won't stop them

Keeping quiet only makes it worse