Shard of Glass

So broken, so low 
No idea where to go 
Wretched sickness deep within 
Dirt that just won’t scrub from skin 

Consuming pain eats alive 
Cuts at throat with blunt knife 
Maggots fill the rotting heart 
Slowly slowly fall apart 

Love a distant memory 
Goodness is an enemy 
Deeply immersed in dark of night 
Impenetrable to healing light 

Shard of glass, hollow shell 
Mental illness is a living hell