USE ME by Queen Lizzie (Kitteh)

Use me, beat me, bruise me. I'm just an empty glass house, my windows shattered, my doors full of cracks. Invisible, transparent, miserable. The sky is crying, the tear drops playing melodies on my glass. The notes changing as the tears fill my empty glass, seeping through all of the large cracks. An explosion, a rock hurled to the ground, the world trying to tear me down. The winds whistling through me, covering me, wooing me. Refreshing breath, as the smoke clears, reviving me from this sorry death. A shaking, a thundering, vibrating my glass. My heart beating once again, Casting off this see-through mask. I awaken, my windows shattered, my doors still filled with cracks, but I am standing, clinging, rising, hanging onto my cloud. It's still farther down, no matter how close I feel to the ground. You can break me, bruise me, beat me, hurt me, harm me, charm me, it's all the same, no matter how I bleed, I will still be standing on my feet. I find joy in the pain, a satisfaction, something to strive for, with hope burning, a bright and mighty flame. Melting my glass, shifting, shaping, fixing my large cracks. Red hot scars, reminders, symbols, adding strength. Fiery stars streaking my invisibility. A design, unique at last, setting me free, no longer touched by this transparency. As I Rise higher and higher, my gallery of broken hearts start to dissolve, the hard metal beginning to drift down, beautiful, each settling, a bright red flower petal. Filling the sky, the bruises, the wounds, each shard of glass, blooming, blossoming, finally...at last. I'm no longer broken, I'm no longer shattered, I'm no longer just an empty glass.