Grass And Loneliness

Each word is a shard of glass,
Making small cuts,
That stings so bad,
Leaving small scars,
Watching small amounts,
Using from the skin,
Sitting there crying for help,
For only no one to show,
Everyone has a,
Knight and shinning amour,
Until they realize they,
Are the same as the rest,
Keep getting knocked down,
With new sheets of glass,
For it to only burst,
Into millions of shards,
Against the soft skin,
After a while you don’t,
Want to get up,
Only want to lie there,
Pretend to be dead,
Maybe they will walk away,
Instead,
They check for a pulse,
When they find one,
They tell you to stand back up,
To only throw another,
Sheet of glass at you,
Instead of you slowly, gracefully falling,
You hit the floor,
Like a ton of bricks,
The cold floor,
Suddenly turns warm,
I cannot keep pulling out,
The shards of glass,
Out of my skin,
I just want to be warm,
 And to find the hand,
Reaching out,
From the dark,
But instead,
I’m slowly realizing,
I’m all alone.