Pieces



I'm sick of being
broken,
scattered across the floor,
just for me to gather up the pieces
-the pieces of my smile
the pieces of my heart-
and attempt to glue them
back together...
when all I really want to do
is fall,
to collapse upon the ground
and cry,
to hold myself together -
unable to shatter once again.

I cannot break again.

I'm feeling way too much...

-too much pressure,
too much pain,
such a suffocating game-,

but I can't stand to feel
too little...

-too small my hopes,
too small my dreams,
just not enough for anything-

Please,
won't you forgive me?
My heart's exhausted
from this war,
of which it sees no end,
crying,
pleading,
begging me...
to just lay down,
to just give in.

For I cannot stand back up...
just to break again.