There's this attraction I feel for broken glass, maybe it's because it reminds me of my heart, maybe it's because it has this weird beauty attached to it, maybe it's because of all the sharp edges ready to harm anyone that handles it roughly. I remember kindergarten days, I had just met Emily and she told me she would break my heart if we became friends. "You can't break what's already broken" that was my reply that day but now I wish to take back those words. My heart although broken still finds a way to break every time, it's like a broken glass that still finds a way to break every time it falls, I've been pushed into an adult world at such a young age and now I've lost almost every one close to me, my glass heart couldn't protect everyone that it cherished and for everyone it failed to protect a part of it broke, one day I won't have to fight to survive and maybe my broken heart will be the only thing left to tell my story when that day comes.