Sometimes You Don't Have to Pick Up the Pieces

Broken glass cannot be picked up, because the jagged pieces can cut you, that’s just like how I found you, sharp fragments sprawled all over, you were fragile that’s how you broke so easily, but being me, I could not turn away from the mess that I found right in front of me. I knelt and felt the pain cutting me deeply, the blood was the evidence, but I could not stop trying to piece you back together again. In a weird way I felt if I could your pieces, somehow, I will also mend myself in the process. But alas, that’s not how it works. Things that are broken can never be fully whole.And I should not find myself responsible for the damage that I found that wasn't my doing. You should be helping me, you were already broken when I found you.