MySickness

May I dare to love again? It seems a feeble hope. My love has ended in scars, screaming, and bitter tears. But who would I be if not for those who have shattered me, and those who have picked up the shards if my soul and used them to make new, beautiful art? Oh, sculptors, where have you gone? Why have you ran from this path? Can you not see I need your assistance? For I am broken and faded, but with the hope and potential to become special to someone again... if only for a moment.