You pick up your pieces and march ahead

The only thing i’m guilty of is giving away my pieces out of innocence hoping that I will be found the way I have always wanted. At the end of the day It’s just my broken self picking up the pieces that I gave away and looking into the unknown. My life truly sucks. All I did was for nothing. I cried for nothing. I was chasing someone who never acknowledged me. I moved places just to be found. I never found my peace. I am broken now and I never wanted it. It sucks.