Shattered

Scattered pieces on the floor. Broken glass.
The edges of the life once had are sharp and slice deep into the heart and soul.
As you try to put them back into a form of a life again. They cut and sliver.

And still will never be what they once were so true.
Cries of anguish, the sound goes unheard.

The surges of pain pulse upon the floors, what is left of a heart.

Shattered and broken on the floor.