The Pieces

I'm falling out and falling down
with my heart beating fast
and broken pieces all around
just collecting what is left of the past

As I start to gather the pieces in my hand
I am still just trying to understand
how I let the person I planned to be break
but through the tears it is hard to concentrate

I slam my head on the ground and scream
and pray, just pray this is all a sick dream
as my scream shatters the silence so does another sound
a set of gentle footsteps walking along the ground

I see a hand start to help me pick up the pieces that lay
and I dare not to look, just hoping they might go away
I am embarrassed and ashamed of my state
but still the stranger is picking up the proof of my hate

After they have all been collected
he places them before me, still broken
he asks me why not better had they been protected
my mind has a million reasons but my mouth has not spoken

He waits for me to lift up my head
and instead of scowl, laid a smile instead
a hand is reached out for me
but I take it hesitantly

I stand up and brush off the dirt
and get a good look at this friend
I can see he too has felt hurt
but he found someway to mend

I give him a smile and in return
he begins to teach me everything he has learned