Broken glass

Its a strange thing,the weird feeling,
wonder what time it is.where i am,what i feel,
the middle of nowhere,thoughtless chaos..
lost my self,sulk for the the past ,
relentless compulsion,foolish obsession ,
feel ahead,sometimes behind,sometimes nowhere
the pain never ends,hurts deep, all the while
..and i remember the glazing splinters on the bloody floor
the beauty the broken glass ..