Break a glass.

Understand it’s broken.

Try to put it back together with your bare hands.

My soul/spirit/emotions is the glass. My bare hands is me trying to fix me & it hurts a lot.

Noticed the glass cannot be put together with out some type of support. That’s my life. No glue. No tape. No gloves. No broom. Nothing but the fact the glass is broke and my hands are bleeding & the glass keeps getting pushed in deeper with every attempt to make it whole again. I feel sick.