Maybe it's too broken
Been cracked too many times
Fallen and bruised too blue

Still trying to fill it up
But it all seeps out too quick
Nothing holds inside

No light, no air
No love, no hate
Everything just dissipates

It's just an empty vase
Shattered and tattered
Yet it stays put

Perhaps the right fix
A very special stitch
Or super strong glue

Maybe the answer is you