Keep pretending you don’t see these broken pieces of me scattered across the floor.

The pieces that you destroyed.

Eroded. Chipped away. Thrown about.

These pieces are because of you. The pain you caused. The abuse. The years and years.

Each crack growing deeper. Longer. Until it gave way.

Shattered.

And here I am cleaning it up. Alone. Bleeding. Cutting into my fingers deeper.

Here I am with the broken pieces you caused. The broken pieces are all I have left.

Don’t ask how I got so broken. Don’t pretend to not know.

Turn away. Leave me with the pain. And my pieces.

It’s all I have left.