I am the broken shattered pieces that lay strewn across the floor. I have pryed so much i have just fell apart. The screws have came out and have fell to the floorboards, those were my last chance of remaining whole. Now i gently slip away from myself, bit by bit, piece by piece. Like the making of a jigsaw in reverse. First whats on the inside falls apart, then the edges start to fray, then the corners holding it all together just snap out of place and i lose it all. My senses are gone; my thoughts linger in dark places. A shadow of my former self i see the world through different, hollow eye sockets. No more do my eyelids hide the truth and my tears mask the pain. No more can my lips say one thing and mean another. No more can i cross my fingers and promise this world to you.