Scribbled Wonders: (A Plethora of Random Poetry)

Shards Of The Broken Me

" SHARDS OF THE BROKEN ME "

In the fields of freshly cut grass
I lie on my stomach
Disheveled hair framing my pale face
With dreary and blurry eyes 
Distorted mind, broken heart and a lost soul.

Fading as the cold breeze of October blows
Memories from the past keeps on stabing me everywhere, repeateadly
Memories from the past that sharpens itself through the years

I scream for help, I scream in pain
My throat dry and my voice now hoarse
But, still no one hears me
I was left there alone, helpless, & devastated

I've tried to pull and gather up myself together
Trying to fix myself but failed
Even though i'll be fixed eventually
The cracks and the crevices will stay there forever, for lifetime
Evidence that i once become broken and will always be