shattered glass

i lie here in a pile
of clear, cold, shattered glass
trying to remember why
i am here in this hell

you left me,
that brought the heartbreak,
then regret,
then anger,
or was it anger then regret?
i cant remember
because of the Scarlett stream
that is my blood.

after the anger there was pain,
then hate,
smashing,
crashing,
crying,
lying,
you drove me out of my mind,
suicidal

i cant live on
in the hell that is shattered glass,
and the pieces of my heart.
i grab a piece of the shattered glass
or was it a piece of my heart?
drive it though my brain,
i cant feel the pain
and slowly i fade

i fade out of hell
into heaven
or so i think,
i think.