The Broken

Walking through the jagged edges

Of all the broken people

I’ve ever tried to help repair

Only to watch as they shatter themselves

Start dropping pieces here and there

Their breakage isn’t mine to fix

Time to put away the glue

Maybe they just like to bleed

Perhaps I just don’t fit their lines

The reasons just don’t matter much

When I’m not meant to help them

Better to just walk away

Through the little bits they’ve left

And let them figure out

How to clean up their own mess