http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/26/daily-prompt-broken/
R.E: that breakdown that led to my hospitalisation in March
I am a letter,
I have been sliced open
and arranged with all
the others.
I am a crucifix,
worn, and believed in
by many.
I am a vase,
smashed into pieces
on the floor, hidden from
the parents, fixed by
a younger sibling.
poetry & prose by HLR 
Form out of chaos: absolutely remarkable. So much is told in so very few words.
Sometimes I feel like a vase smashed into a million peices on the floor. Thanks for putting words to my feelings.
I think you have a lot of things inside you just waiting to come out and be cast away. I know because I’ve been there. And today I’m not there, I’m here. :)