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