Trouble and Tears

All I can feel..
Is this even real?
When did life get so hard?
The pain echoes deep.
Making you weak.
Like an open wound,
Pricked by glass shards.
Picking up the pieces,
Of what you left behind.
Shattered and scattered
Like my messed up mind.
I want: the answers,
To questions unknown.
Perfect abandon,
Some time on my own.
So swiftly things changing,
No stone left unturnd.
Wholely affecting,
Whatever we yearned.
Like the epicentre,
Of an earthquake benign,
Too many stories.
Too little signs.