I'm Broken and you don't want to pick up the pieces.

She didn't know where she was, what to do or even who she was. One thing she did know was, she's broken, and no one was going to pick up the pieces. She felt lost to the world and was hating the feeling of being a damsel in distress, so she stood up and pushed away the sadness. She went around, picking up all of the broken pieces and mending them together herself because she would be damned if she was going to wait all her life for a prince that would never come. Now, she is happy with four wonderful friends, a mother and a place to call home. So what when the start of all her pain just strolls into her life again and begins to poison her again? She doesn't stand there and whimper, she knows he is wrong but then, it starts to get to her and she soon finds herself slipping back into that lonliness.