Broken Glass.

Why wont the shame fade?
fade all the way into the deep shade.
I can't help but still feel broken,
like the glass on the floor.
nothing is ever behind closed doors.
It just sits there,
while life is unfair.
I don't like the sharpness of the glass,
it's cutting me further into this mess.
& i can't get out.
I even try to shout.
I am no longer in control,
I am just a little fool
I'm the blame for everything,
and it's not reassuring.
I can't get out of this room,
for all I can feel is doom.
this glass hurts so bad,
even though time will heal the wounds,
there will always be scars,
that I can't put behind bars.
because that's where I am,
until someone actually gives a damn.