Yet another batch of poetry. This is a poem I wrote about a year ago or so.
I tread on pieces of broken dreams
They cut me like pieces of broken glass
Every cut leaves a mark
in my soul and in my heart
Through all the cuts and bruises
at least you stuck around
Now help me put together all the shattered pieces
I have found
I used to have more faith in me
but faith seems to cut it short these days
will you have faith in me,
and see what I no longer see.