Pieces

A poem that I wrote for contest, but never actually entered... so... YEAH. I wasn't even sure what to name it, so pieces is what we came up with.

Pieces

The pieces fall

Down to my feet

I try

To pick them up

Quickly, safely

The sharp glass

is like the truth

Cutting through me

I don't cry out

Moving on is

Putting away

The pieces

Even if it hurts

The pain will subside

Eventually

BAM

Another hit

Have to move on

Have to keep going

Don't let the glass

Be a bully

Please

Don't

Give

Up

Author's Note

Let me know what you think of this,
PLEASE.
Thankya.