I was tempted to pick up piece from broken people not realizing I was leaving a trail behind.
I would build someone up and not realize i was crashing down.
The thing of it is everyone saw my pieces. No one dared to tell me. Everyone watched me crumble. I stayed humble but my pieces were trailing. I was failing. And i had no idea why.
I became helpless hopeless. Completely out of wack. Till the only pieces left crashed in a flash all that was left of me was the trail of my pieces in a path.
Everyone who i was helping couldn't help me. There three pieces were more important than my 27 here i am wondering why the **** did I even hurt my knees when they just pass with a smile.
And I'm here praying for a better tomorrow.
I learned my lesson the hardest way possible.