BROKEN PEICES

I always thought there was nothing for you to break in me but you? You proved me wrong. You shattered me into so manny pieces, im still looking for them today. Even if i was able to find all of them, would i be able to put them back together? And even if i found a way to put myself back together, how do i make them stay this way? Sometimes i feel like a broken glass on the street that noone wants to pick up because they are afraid they will cut themself.