I was in pieces—
no one even noticed,
the shards that I've been trying
to collect and hide so that
no one could see.
I was in pieces—
no one even asked,
the pain I was hiding
consumed every part of me.
And just like a glass—
once broken into pieces
can never go back to what it was.
So here I am,
in shattered pieces.
YOU ARE READING
Blued Lines
PoetryTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
