Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Pieces Of Me

Pieces Of Me

My head is crowded with these voices
Turning in circles from all the choices
At times it seems so very pointless
If this isn't Hell I've missed the appointment

I fell apart and I don't know where the pieces are
Guess I might need them, some are close,others far
When the cuts are fresh you don't think about scars
My mind went with them,might as well be on mars

When I shattered I didn't think to watch the pieces fly
I remember it being loud like thunder rolling across the sky
Didn't stop to retrieve them,nor even try
Honestly didn't occur to question how or why

Gathering them requires I crawl
Hard to see them, they being so small
After much wasted time there's none left to stall
I've decided that I want these pieces,they're mine after all