Can you find me for me? I can’t believe this happened that was a big shaker I can’t even find my pieces. 
It was intense, vulgar, rocky and it left me here buried in shattered sweetness.
It’s rumbling noise drowned out my cries of weakness as if it knew that I would be as helpless as a blind and deaf genius.
Igneous rocks thrown at me. An angry entity without a voice to grown at me. If only it could’ve worked. If only it could know how much this hurts me so.
Friday’s and Saturday’s without parties just me left to heal from the pain.
My days became teary, dreary, they made me dreary. Those days were no fun, I would call but no one would come, my life felt like a game.
….all because of the tragedy that didn’t have a name.