Shattered

I shattered silently,

And nobody noticed.

Not that I want anyone to notice,

So why am I writing it out?

Perhaps it is to escape,

And have the pieces elsewhere.

Perhapse it is so I can see each piece,

And try and put it back together.

But the image that once was will not be the same,

Some pieces went missing,

Some new ones were made.

I will never be fixed,

I will never be complete.

The glue will never dry,

As I try to hold what is left together.

I've put myself together so many times,

That this break left me shattered.

But I'll keep it quiet until I can find

The lost will of mine.