Jedidah Well Beloved Poetry Book

I'm the shattered pieces on the floor. Don't try to pick me up because you might just might get cut. I'm shattered and broken. Eye's feel closed but they're open. Feel lost and confused. Broken and abused. I'm the shattered pieces on the floor. Please don't try to help me. Leave me be. I now notice this is the place for me. Shattered,broken,lost, and hurting. Mistaking for weak. Drowned in my sleep. I'm the shattered pieces on the floor. Crushed like ice. Small like mice. Forgotten like old dice. I'm the shattered pieces on the floor. Anger, hurt, pain. What's worse? The feeling to want to drop. To give up is just enough. My life was surrounded by nothing but pain. my attitude has definitely changed. The feeling to want to scream. The feeling to want to die. To want to give up on this precious little life. What am I to do? What am I to say? How can I change my Faith? Is this what it is for me? How do I move on? So trapped. So lost. But life goes on. I'm the shattered pieces on the floor. I'm the shattered pieces on the floor.