There's a piece in me.
Everytime I take one out, a piece of me comes out with it.
There's a piece of shard in me.
Glass, wood, the pain is universal.
Marble, or quartz, it shreds all the same.
With every word, every doubt, every failure cuts me further.
A battlefield of scars darkens my vision.
Watching a world live and thrive, while my world burns..Cuts me just as deep as any blade or shard.
There's a shard in me.
It's buried deep.
One, two, six, or eight.
They all add up.
And they hurt me.
They hurt me, so very much.