Glass Shards - Free Verse Poetry

TW - Descriptions of blood

My soul of glass reflects the outside pressures

Like a diamond, but forming cracks and impurities

Instead of sculpting a more beautiful gem

External forces keep pressing down on this fragile soul of mine until

Veins and arteries explode into slivers of crimson and cobalt

I am left here to pick of the fragments of what was mine

And yet my fingers start to spill

My lifeline and my sanity

While picking up the fragments of what was mine

Never my own pressures that cause it

And still I have to pay the price

For having a glass soul in the midst of diamond hearts