Pieces

Words scratch at my throat
Screeching; like nails on a chalk board
Every time I'm asked "What's wrong?"

My emotions
Rising and falling as waves would
Clashing  while a storm grows and surrounds me

My friends? Gone.
They were never really there

My thoughts rise
Clouding up like dirt after trucks speed bye

My comfort with living?
It's like a missing child
Lost & confused

Even my mental standards are low

You build me up, make me confident
Like a crowd cheering on their idolized rock star
Then break me down like little pieces of gravel
To nothing...

Love you too!