I have fallen apart so many times.
But some of those times, I slowly picked up the little pieces of my broken soul.
I tried to put them back together but I failed.
And eventually, all the pieces fell out
And I had to pick them all up.
And each time I have to pick up the pieces, it seems like they just get smaller and smaller.
So it gets harder to pick them up.
Harder to put them back together.
And right now I am putting some of my pieces back together.
But the pieces are falling apart everywhere.
