Shattered

Shattered. Into a hundred pieces. A thousand...too many to count. Staring at the broken fragments. Like an impossible puzzle. Like each piece is from a different puzzle? None of the pieces match. Never to be put back together again. Doomed to forever be apart. To never be whole again. Shattered. Like glass. Staring. The fragments reflect my pain. Like a shatterred mirror. Seven years of bad luck? The least of my worries. Looking at the hopelessly shattered pieces. Realizing a broken mirror is just an excuse for the shattered luck I already have. So why worry? Why care? Why cry, regret, or despair? Why feel? Better question... How? How can I do these things? Without a heart. A heart I used to have. But don't. Because now, its. Shattered. But why?... Why does it still hurt?