Eggshells

Eggshells crack upon the ground One by one Too fragile to hold They crumble within your hands As you try to clean the mess The mess that 𝘺𝘰𝘶 made But there's too many. Too many of your mistakes It's your fault. It's your fault. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁. Ｉｔ'ｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｆａｕｌｔ. And you know it. You know it all too well It doesn't matter what you said It cannot be undone You will continue stepping on those eggshells so frail Until Eventually You will crumble too.