Here I sit, on the cold ground,

Breaking glass the only sound,

I fear the fact that I have found,

My metal fist clenching the smooth glass,

Knowing like this I cannot last,

For soon I will have to be repaired,

And of this reason I am scared

For I cannot be like this for long,

My life turning into a sorrowful song,

This brokenness I feel inside,

It feels as if I've died,

For lo, no one knows that I am.....

Broken.......

( Not my first FnaF poem, but my absolute favorite of mine )