The Fracture

One day a little piece of my soul chipped away

She saw it before me, she warned me of it

Her pleas to pay attention fell on deaf ears

Like broken glass my chip turned to cracks

Deepening under the pressure to resist daily

It must of been maddening for her to watch helplessly

To watch something she loved shatter before her

But a broken soul doesn’t know it’s broken

All I could see was the blood on her hands

I wish I had realized the blood on her hands

Was from holding my broken pieces