Shattered

I remember happiness, but I don't feel it anymore.

I believe my will to live has crawled out the door.

I'll still stay here in the empty shack of me.

If only hope could stop harsh reality

The rain is coming down now.

I'd be luck to be inside if the shack wasn't falling apart

The roof bends under the pressure of the rain

Thousands of tiny drops; it still breaks

The water pours in.

Hope has washed away.

Me? I'm here to stay

When the shack falls apart, I repair it.

But with each new hole, it becomes tiring to fix

I sit and rest, when I awake the shack is barely there.

I can't fix it anymore.

The boards that hold it in place have snapped into pieces

The drywall is a mess

And the windows have shattered into thousands of pieces.

It's completely broken.

I could never fix a mess this big.