Sometimes I just lay on the grass without moving; people call my name, but I don’t hear them. I’m too busy staring at the bright blue sky or paying attention to my thick teardrops. I wanted to scream, but I kept quiet. I just wish I could be as strong as a tree; be able to stand straight and proud for years, wish I had a bark that would protect me from all the pain and sorrow. I’ve grieved myself day after day, back into the small space my worth has left me. I have realized that I am shattered, scattered across the floor like the remains of a broken vase. Scattered across the floor like a forgotten memory; I can never be put back together again.