The Glass House of Fragility

You Lil Dickens

Glass, I am.

Handle with care.

For fragile I am.

Throwing stones at me

All day, all night.

No reprieve. No hope in sight.

Why did I build my house this way?

I can’t sleep, I can’t run, I can’t stay.

Praying for this madness to STOP!

Please, Please, Please. GOD?!

NO MORE! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

Coming to the end of a rapidly fraying rope.

Finding myself unable to cope.

Shouting at the top of my lungs

LOUDER

LOUDER

LOUDER

Praying for my screams to shatter

Shatter ME – this House of Fragility!

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