Epiphany

I'm strained and down
For kicks we're tossed and thrown against the ground
Skins peeling to the bone
The scratches and the graise holding me down
Feel me closer a face with small glass pieces pulls you in
I'm not sleeping over
A fist comes through the mirror and you think
I'm not stable, ungrown
Waiting alone
My hands bleeding and numb
The cracks around the face is only half way done

Stripped down
As far as I can tell theres nothing else
Please me for another hour
Placing all the bets onto myself
I'm unstable and dumb
Waiting alone
I'm not pleading no
Pieces stick together and we're half-way home