Pieces

Take the dagger out of my heart
Take the sadness out of my mind.
Why I have this disease of my sadden eyes.
I feel as if this is such a selfish disease.
Because I live a life I don't want to lead.
I know people love me and I love them back.
I hope to never let it go so far.
I am as if I am a porcelain doll life drops me and I will crack,
shatter from the fall.
I scream out in pain in my mind.
I scream out in pain, I don't want to go on.
I hate to cry oceans of tears.
Soon my tears are going to run dry.
Soon the depression will drain me of life.
Soon life is going to drop the ball.
I apologize to my loving
family but if I get dropped
can you put me back piece by piece?
I hate this awful disease.