Pieces
I’m hurt and I’m used to it. Everyday something breaks me and I have to pick myself up off the floor. But sometimes I don’t get all the pieces so parts of me aren’t there. I’m not whole, I feel never ending pain. Leaving a pieces of myself behind is not fun, it makes you feel broken. The missing pieces can never be found your just left empty till nothing is left. You suffer everyday and it never stops. The pain is different every time like sharp stabbing, dull ach. Everyday is different but never the same. So may thing can happen to hurt you, break you, to stab you in the back. I’m hurt and it's never ending.
© Amora Black