The slightest touch could shatter you, the touch of pressure. You're laced with battle wonds and tape covers your scars. You have no blood to let run, no crimson shall stain you unless it's frome others hands. You apply it daily to cover up the cracks, the shine through where's it dark and where the mistakes hide. Your on the edge of falling into a hole you will never crawl out of. You are on the brick of giving up instead of pushing on and on through endless sorrow. But you may be cracked but you are NOT BROKEN.
