I step onto this land
And I carefully walk forward.
The shards of glass are unavoidable
As they cut me deep and fill me with pain.
The pain does not pass
It only lurks, ready to attack once again.
Sometimes slow and sometimes rapid,
I feel it choking me to death.
Death does not come to me
In this land of broken glass
Barren, empty, and dark;
Bloody, painful, and unjust.
Please come to me
Come find me here in this cage.
Maybe then, I can find my way
Out of this barren land of broken glass.