Broken Little Pieces

I find myself holding onto my broken pieces
trying to search for some form of comfort. 
Every morning I gather the fragments of my existence 
and put myself together again only to shatter every night.
I held onto hope like it was my life line, 
only to realize I was the only one holding on.
Every night i am left feeling more empty than the last.
Shattered pieces scattered across my floors, 
the crime scene so brutal many had to look away.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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