As I stand in the ruins of my life

All I see is shattered hearts and broken glass

People standing around me, shaking their heads and covering their hearts in pity

One or two are stepping closer, hands outstretched to calm the beast that was once their friend

I want their love, their help

But as they try to help me pick up the shards of my mind

As they try to help me reassemble my life

I watch as they cut themselves on my broken edges, hurting themselves on my pain

So I push them away, gathering my shards and shattered psyche and hiding from the people I love

I hope they don't follow me

I don't want to hurt them anymore

One of them always seems to follow me, helping me sort through the screaming voices in my mind

He tells me I'm not broken, that I just need to figure out who I am on my own

Maybe he's right

Maybe some people won't mind getting cut on my brokenness

Lord only knows

I've nearly killed myself on theirs