The Girl of Broken Glass

she’s nothing but the jagged edges of broken glass

sometimes it seems like nothing beautiful lasts

once she was beautiful, once she was strong

but she shattered long before anyone knew what was wrong

she was nothing but pieces to cut and to steal

she was the winter that needed summer to heal

she’s only a girl of broken glass

counting years wasted, as they pass

once she was something she knew was good

but a flurry of pain left shatters where she once stood

the darkness was cloying, but the light showed her scars

so she kept to the shadows, she kept to the dark

she thought she had to be perfect, but that isn’t true

oh, doesn’t she know broken glass is beautiful too?