Falling To Pieces Poem by Mathew Sutter

Falling To Pieces



I had the worst day,
And it's not getting any better.
I am hated,
With a burning passion
That scorches and burns my skin whenever,
I get to close.

I guess I deserve it,
Since I brought is upon myself,
But I am just so confused,
I don't know what I can live without.

My friends lie to me,
to my face.

My parents tell me a fantasy story,
to explain their actions.

People try to figure me out,
And I try my best,
to make myself,
As comprehensible as a block of gunk.

I am confused and dazed,
And don't know what to believe,
Or whom to believe.

My world is spinning out of control,
And I don't have anything to hold onto,
My hands are slippery,
I can't grip onto anything.

I hear voices,
And they all say the same thing:
'You are a horrible person...
You will never find love...
You are as stupid as an acorn...

And so much more,

Maybe they were right about,
All of these things,
But maybe I just have to hold on,
A little tighter.

And maybe you will realize,
That I was really meant for you.
And then you will help me up,
Just like you were meant to.

O sweet day,
If this is to come.
So, I guess I will,
Pick up the pieces,
And find the tape,
To fix myself together once again...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tyease Collins 08 November 2008

Wow i use to feel just like this! Until i met my love of course. Things will work out for the better at the end, even when you think that it's the worst spot that you're in. Just know that you're gonna be misunderstood because you're a teenager, just try your best to be the best person that you can be. Really nice poem Tyease

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Mathew Sutter

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Hampton, Virginia
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