A letter to the Guilty

If only these little shards-
glass pieces of a broken heart-
were good enough for you...
God, I don't know where to start...

When crystal tears are pouring
and nobody gives a care
what am I supposed to do?
I'm about to give up, then and there

Nobody's here anymore
nobody's around to hold my hand
I don't have wings to fly with
and I don't have sturdy feet with which to stand

Another midnight's silent prayer
desperate to be good enough, just once
clown's aren't funny, not really
all they are is the crying, shameful dunce

Remember me some time, some day
remember dancing in the rain
and try, dear reader, not to forget
you're the one who brought upon my pain