I'm walking on broken glass

that still litters the kitchen floor

from when you lost yourself

in the seemingly endless haze

when instead of blood

alcohol occupied your veins

and you wanted it red

so you spilled mine instead

basking in the sight awhile

but you needed more to survive

it was your life or mine

always thought I'd lose

you or to you

didn't matter

but it does now

cause I'm overflowing

blood nearly spilling

with no one to take it

I don't want it like I did

now I only miss your voice

strong and loud and violent

and I know it's wrong of me

being scared of healing

I just want to feel again

and fear is a feeling too

so now I break glass instead of you