I'm just exhausted

How broken are you?

I'm not broken

I'm shattered

Into deep broken pieces

I shattered into small tine

Tiny Pieces

It will take life times

To Fix me

When that happens

I will be so delicate

That with just one blow

I Will shatter

With more pieces of me

To be missed

As each time will be

Different

Then the last as

Parts of me stays behind

the more the wind blows

the more it picks up the pieces

i become thinner then a paper

thinner then a broken promise

the more tired i get

the less efforts i put to bringing myself together

so i watch it leave my sight

as i close my eyes

in hopes that this is just a dream