I had the worst day,
And it's not getting any better.
I am hated,
With a burning passion
That scorches and burns my skin whenever,
I get to close.

I guess I deserve it,
Since I brought is upon myself,
But I am just so confused,
I don't know what I can live without.

My friends lie to me,
to my face.

My parents tell me a fantasy story,
to explain their actions.

People try to figure me out,
And I try my best,
to make myself,
As comprehensible as a block of gunk.

I am confused and dazed,
And don't know what to believe,
Or whom to believe.

My world is spinning out of control,
And I don't have anything to hold onto,
My hands are slippery,
I can't grip onto anything.

I hear voices,
And they all say the same thing:
'You are a horrible person...
You will never find love...
You are as stupid as an acorn...

And so much more,

Maybe they were right about,
All of these things,
But maybe I just have to hold on,
A little tighter.

And maybe you will realize,
That I was really meant for you.
And then you will help me up,
Just like you were meant to.

O sweet day,
If this is to come.
So, I guess I will,
Pick up the pieces,
And find the tape,
To fix myself together once again...

Mathew Sutter

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-to-pieces-3/