The Little Things That Matter

Shattered Pieces

My life isn't perfect.

Then again, who is?

Some things happened, like I'd rather never talk about.

It isn't a contest, of who has the worst life.

But when I seem to talk to you about it, you make me think I'm worthless.

You ignore me. You block me. You taunt me. You corrupt me. You make me see what I hate in myself.

You make me feel like a failure. You make me see the flaws and not the goods.

I can't see anymore. What I've loved so much.

I can't look at myself in a mirror. I can't talk to anyone cause of my voice. I can't feel sympathy anymore.

Wattpad was my life. It was the home without the problems. It held my friends and my hopes.

It held my fragile heart in its hands.

And it dropped it

Shattered pieces. It all that's left.

I'm not a fighter.

No matter what I'm fighting for.

I always tend to lose.

I can't seem to concentrate anymore.

I can't see the good out of the bad.

I can't!

And no words from you can make me turn back.

No touch will make me remember.

No voice can wake me up.

I'm trapped.

The key to the lock has been lost.

And so I began to disappear.

The Tate you knew, slowly fading.

And you can't do anything but watch.