Mending the Shattered

As a glass vase is shattered into millions of pieces it situates on the floor surrounded by dark shadows trying to mend everything together, hoping a magical miracle will simply make everything just as it was before. Just as broken glass, I'm surrounded by shadows, but not of humans trying to fix me. I’m surrounded by the dark shadows of sadness, and loneliness that engulf my veins and makes my mind void thoughts. For in my world there is no one to mend me for all I have other than myself is the voice that haunts me... That is slowly making me believe that the darkness has truly devoured me.