I was hollow,
once.
I let you pull everything out of me.
I couldn't even bandage my wounds. I didn't have time.
I never knew when you would bleed me again.
I had no cries for help,
nobody would have answered.
I was no longer porcelain; I was no longer untouched.
I had your smudges all over my face and handprints on my soul.....
what was left of it anyway.
You broke me and glued me together in a mishapen manner.
I was to be broken time and time again until all that remained were tiny fragments.
I was hollow once, and you are no longer my hammer. What I couldn't replace I rebuilt.
I made myself new and put a glossy cover to shine.
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