glass

what didn't kill me broke me into shards of glass. the glass that you used to cut me to pieces for your own enjoyment, and as you sat back and enjoyed the show of my bleeding out I crawled to the bandages and wrapped them around the wounds you tried so hard to make permanent. take a good look, sweetheart. I'm no longer the same person, and this time, you'll be the one in pain, not me. That's a promise.