Glass Plans

Die again and again.
I bleed my hands to the ground.
I am in debt 'til death and this is my countdown.
Shatter the glass plans that make up our shallow bones.
Shake me when I'm sleeping.
Shake me until i stop breathing.
Chemicals and particles divide like shattered bones.
They take a shape to make a way for a calculated clean break.
We shed the skin which shows the bones which shows the breaking points, and we all laugh.
I don't know if it would be fair to take the fall for what I don't know.