Pieces[ a non rhyming poem]

As i sit here, letting the complexity fall over
i wonder if only it was pictured diffrently
Could it be sighted from me...in only my point of view>
Lifting my head up, reaching as if i could reach past you
inside a factor held over, reaching past a fight cause by you
finding the promise made to be kept,the promise you lead me to believe as true
only to keep away how it was broken
should my anger be lifted, just for a second chance?

you wait for me to finish, yet i already know the anwser
i know how this ends, a sight from you, a pout from me
You turn around to walk away, while im left to pick up the pieces
Of what i thought was something great
you stop to think that maybe you did wrong, yet you know its true
you think that maybe you aren't what you thought
Shrugging your shoulders you continue on, leaving me to pick up the pieces

tay...
teddy killed himself....
you cant possibly imagine how i feel right now.....
you really cant....
i would rather be raped, shot, stabbed, anything......then have to deal with this......
i wish i wasnt asleep when he called...
i wish i couldve been there...
i wish this would all just be a dream
i wish i would wake up and then everything will be ok and i will be in bama happy and free....
nothing is right here in kansas.....
nothing is the same in bama....
i dont know where to turn....