Tempered Glass
When is enough, enough,
When will change come for the better, if at all,
Times have picked up speed and life isn’t the same, changing like the seasons,
But love never seems to stay, it changes as the seasons pass by,
Lost with no determined direction, my mind is under such extreme stress,
Pushed to the point I think I’d brake, but everyone thinks I can handle more,
My glass celling can’t take much more, cracks beginning to form,
Sounds the ceiling shouldn’t make can now be heard,
My gentle soul hurting from being stretched too far,
My heart aches from too many false hits,
I cry for love, and bleed to make things right,
I’d do anything to make her happy, give her the moon or a mountain of chocolate,
But nothing I can do would save me,
And if I’m not saved, my mind would be wasted and so to my heart,
Gone to waste and forgotten, replaced and thrown away,
Yesterday’s news and tomorrow’s garbage,
Shot out and bleeding everywhere, tempered glass was all I was, and now I’m broken.