No one knows but me. No one knows the pain, the hurt, the humility. The memories that swirl around in my head. The images that float through my every vein whilst I lay in my bed. The suffering that has come to pass. And the images I get when I hear shattering glass. The time that it takes for me to trust. And how I dream of the day they lay me to the flowers and recite the phrase "ashes to ashes, dust to dust". No one knows how hard I try to make everyone else happy and not worry about me. And how much of a good person I am, that I want them to see. How I swallow my pride and live by each day. And how much people love me, I want to hear them say.
The sound of shattering glass echoing through every vein, the memories that embrace me.
The sound of shattering glass, the past still looking the same, and the memories that you will never see.
