How can I piece together,

My broken soul?

When it was never whole to begin with.

How can I put the pieces together,

When they never fit?

What is left,

After I am shattered?

Confused.

Alone.

Screaming, Yelling.

Wishing,

Hoping,

Desperately seeking to be understood.

I pick up the pieces,

Assemble the puzzle.

Maybe one day they will all fit.