Crying lonely melodies

that only sad souls can hear.

No one understands,

But you know

you're needed here.

Pillows soften the impact

But they will not catch your fall.

You know that sleep

won't fix everything,

But it's hard

to do anything at all.

Little broken heart pieces,

Shattered on your bed.

They look just like glass,

But it's the dark thoughts

from your head.

You fall asleep anyways,

Not caring

If you get any cuts.

And it's careless

when you do this,

It's not because of guts.

Your dreams are no longer friendly,

They are most likely nightmares.

But you don't try

to wake up from them,

You feel like nobody cares.

Yet

You wake up in the morning,

And bask in sunlight.

The tears have dried

on your face

And you wonder if..

Maybe everything will be alright.

Like glass

I am fragile.

With the right touch,

I can fall.

I can shatter.

To piece myself together is hard.

Drafts here and there.

A few pieces that don't fit

right

leave a mess.

That is what it's like

to break, and piece myself.

Together.

I am a puzzle

Made up of a million pieces

Scattered along the floor

Frantically I try to put it together

But each time I try

I realize

The pieces don't fit

No matter what I do

Leaving

An incomplete me

Compared to who I used to be

Searching

Trying to find

A replacement for what was lost

A pretty poem with words

Strung fancily, dancing

Across the screen

Can't describe

The heart ache and pain

That putting yourself together again

Gives you

It's like

Singing yourself

A quiet lullaby

With a noose around your neck

Although maybe it's

Not quite so impossible

If you do it for yourself

And yourself only

Maybe then

You can put yourself together again

With out the distractions of others

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,

All the kings horses and all the kings men,

Couldn't put Humpty back together again.

Who says you can piece your self back together?

If you brake, if you truly shatter you never could, never can.

In pieces on the floor, some in hatred, some in love, in loathing, happiness, fool. My self cracked, my emotions scattered, my life becoming nothing more than a hole.

I try to pick them all up, place them back in the puzzled called me, but some don't quite fit anymore.

I'm not the same, some parts must be shaved, and some left lost on the floor.

He broke my heart

Into tiny pieces

Each scattered around

In a place never found

I cried every night

Until no tears fell

My days looked gray

Even though

It was once filled with color

Then I met you

You brightened my life

Helping me smile

Once again

Piecing me back together

Using your love as a glue

Hot peppers

Chowing down

Until I bleed

I choke down more feeling

Although my throat

Is peeling like my bedroom ceiling

I hadn't felt the need

To wash my body

Or eat last night

Put up a fight

Because I'm feelin low

I'll say

"It's just another day in paradise"

Another cost of living

"When it rains, put on a coat"

Feel the warmth of false hope

At least it'll keep the rain out

That's exactly as it seems

To have such childish dreams

And I'll walk on down the hall

Dancing on

In my one man ball

Cause' this is the only room

Where I'm free

When you fall apart, there's nothing you can really do. Once it starts , you're screwed. You can't stop it, only prolong it. You can't really fix it till you've completely fallen apart. When every piece of you is laid out on the cold hard ground. For a long while , you feel like absolutely nothing. A nobody . A nothing. You're just there , but you don't feel like you're there. You just have to be. You struggle , cry, get mad , depressed, and break down more than ever before . Except , it doesn't even matter. All you're feelings are dull. You don't really care how tomorrow goes. Just as long as you can get it over with. Then one day you decide you're ready to heal ; be put back together. You put on a fake smile , you try to tell your self if you think you're fine and okay that you'll eventually believe it. Until , sadly, you realize that's not how it works. You have to first find all your pieces , then slowly try and put them together. Turning each piece around and around, flipping it over trying to make it fit . Try to find where it goes. You have to commit to actually trying everyday at something. Start with something simple, like actually waking up before its night again. Or actually wearing clothes that match , and make you look like an actual civilized person ; instead of a person living in a box. You can't think about sad things. They just bring you back down. You have to think your happiest thoughts . You have to try and be happy. But it's not easy and it doesn't really work like that. It's more like an up and down roller coaster for a year or two before you finally feel back together , like you're pieces are all in their original place .. But that's not how it is. You never really heal. You're never fully put back together. Any negative thing at all that brings up the thought of what tore you apart piece by piece , just pulls you apart a few pieces at a time. It will always be easier to fall apart then be put back together. But truth is , you're always going to be missing some pieces ; you'll never truly be put all the way back together.