its like glass.

i know,
i know its like a glass.
when you break it,
it will just break into pieces.

i know,
i know it's like a glass,
when you try to put the pieces together
it's still have scars on it,
ugly and sad.

i know,
i know it's like a glass,
know that if you don't touch it,
put it at somewhere contented,
it will not get hurt.

but still,
when you touch it,
it breaks again,
and even more uglier.

you know it's not like a car that can fixed.
it's so fragile.
you need days, months, or years to recover.
and even,
you wanna keep yourself busy, to distract you from minding the hole in it,
but the more force you're using,
the more you feel dying.

i know,
i know it has to be fix.
i know it can still feel the pain.