Troubled Soul

I lay awake at night. I stare off. I wonder. I am young. I have a broken heart and wandering mind. I have a clueless brain. My thoughts don't line up. I am just different. Not unique, but not normal. My life is like a pile of scattered glass from a broken vase. It is useless. It is worthless. It doesn't have a use. If you try to fix it, you will just get hurt, but if you leave it there, it will never be cleaned up. Sure it did have meaning when it was whole, but once it broke, it was gone. There was a cause to it breaking. Something with more power. Something with force. Something that plowed through it and didn't look back. Something that could dig deep enough into it to cause it to fall apart. This is the story of how I shattered. This is what caused me to be a broken vase. This is what caused my troubled soul. This is what broke me. Will I ever be put together again?