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Pieces


Pieces 
How can I be happy, when everything is falling apart?
When people around me, break pieces off of my fragile heart?

All the pieces scatter, and fall randomly in dark places.
I cannot find each piece, creating many empty spaces.

And then I ask myself, would someone help me pick up each piece?
Help me unfold problems, or just let them leave a scar; a crease?

 This thought weakens my heart, am I worth a game of hide and seek?
Am I worth the trouble ,with the chance that my heart will stay weak?
Am I worth the phone calls, that drag on because I cannot speak?

Why waste your precious time, on something that can never be healed?
Why waste your time asking, when my shy lips will always be sealed?
How can I be happy, when there is no one to help me here?
How can I stop crying, when they can't just catch one worthless tear?

My heart cannot be fixed, my confidence will always be low.
And without confidence, I will never have courage to show,
that I need someone's help; 
since I cannot speak, How will they know?

-Belle Rose

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