Where Broken Pieces Go, by MwsR

I often gaze into the sky above,

Looking for answers I do not have below

My heart has softened some from the pain of my past

I often wonder, will things really ever last?

My chest hurts from all the crushing blows

My mind keeps the lock to it, wherever it goes.

Some say I am a fool

Loving those who hurt me, even when I knew they would.

I don’t care about that

I care about where I am at.

Where my broken pieces will find themselves

Maybe they will be shoved into a corner

Or perhaps trampled upon till there is nothing more.

I really can’t say anymore.

When those pieces go

Whatever becomes of them, I hope others know

I did everything to keep them whole.