I have bones made of glass,
Skin made of paper,
And a body made up of scars.
I have a fractured heart,
A broken soul,
And crystal tears that shatter each night.
I have abandoned dreams,
A failing reach for hope,
And eyes that no longer shine.
So please,
If you come my way,
I am something delicate.
I am something that needs to be
Handled with care.
I am fragile.
After all, we are only
Human.

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"There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts."

~Neil Gaiman