Broken Shards and Broken People

It's laughable to think how fast all of this happened. How fast it just went downhill. Maybe it would have hurt less if I felt like I had tried harder to actually do something about it, but I realized the problem much too late for me to do anything about it. I can't even justify trying to get a second chance because you deserve better, especially since I had always thought that from the start. They told me I was lucky. I knew it better than anyone else. No one ever pieces broken shards back together, so why would anyone want to put together a broken person? 

No, I'm not okay. But I'm not worth enough for anyone to try to fix me.