Walk on

Broken

Bruised and bloodied

Barely hanging on

To the shredded fabric of my sanity

Clumsily trying to pickup

The shattered pieces of my life

Only to cut myself on fragments

Of my self image

Every sharp edged word

Sticky founts of my self worth

Pour forth to stain the ground

Another mess I've made

Another reason to hate myself

Each time the fragments hit the ground

Slipping from my slickened grip

Tiny shards

To small to grasp

I walk on

Collecting these sharp slivers in my feet

Leaving footprints of red rimmed in black

The blackness that creeps out

Every once in a while

When it's gone to far for me to pull back

When the world seems to spin to fast

And suddenly stop

Throwing me to my knees

In a puddle of my own tears

Yet again I stand tall

Another day will come

A better day will come

So I sling my broken bits

Into this sack of skin

And once again walk on