Shattered

The pieces lay shattered across every inch of the floor,
Light glistening on each jagged facet.

Each piece a part of a clear picture,
That gets distorted in its fragments.

So many emotions,
So many doubts,

All the little things that mean so much are nonexistent,
Just visions of what I'd hoped.

Is it too much to ask to be needy instead of needed sometimes?
To want to be wanted?

Who will help me?
May I ask?

Will someone help pick up the pieces when I can't hold them together any longer?
Will someone answer that desperate call?

These pieces of my soul,
My complete being.

Shattered across every inch of the floor,
Light glistening on each jagged facet.