Breaking Glass

It's hard to explain,
Why i do the things i do.
I spend most weeks drunk,
To kill the pain that i go through.

The glass breaks....

But it's still there,
The thought of you aches.

And the only people, who will understand,
Are the ones who felt;

The rush in their veins,
The cracks in their bones,
The screaming in their heads.

As they stand on broken glass.