No strength to pick up the pieces,
I could hear the sobs of my soul,
It was begging someone to put back the pieces,
It was begging me to heal my own soul.
For so long I searched for someone to heal me,
Never realizing that I was the glue that I needed to piece together,
I needed me,
I was the one who had the ability to keep me together,
I realized it until I felt there was nothing left of me.
I was left to decide if I wanted to keep being a soulless body,
My motivation became, “I’m so tired of feeling empty,”
One by one I put the pieces together and healed the emotional scars in my body,
I slowly stopped feeling empty,
I’m no longer letting myself become a shattered and empty body.