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