Gathering up the pieces that have fallen apart.. |
Broken and shattered; the shards fall to the ground, Like a melancholy carousel, We keep going round and round I have lost touch with life and reality I am in a waking dream I have no love, nor joy I do not feel beyond brutality A haze sets in around me The darkness is growing nearer, I do not know myself at all And nothing is getting clearer I know no feelings of my own; other than resentment What will it take for me? To feel something like contentment? I pick up the shattered pieces Though I know not where they go Will I ever begin to heal? Only God shall know I never meant to hurt you, My emotions are stripped bare; Though you will feel the brunt of it That in itself is not fair. I want to feel love and joy These things I dream of with a passion, Yet in this waking dream of mine, I feel little to no compassion. I must find myself and heal on my own Before I hurt you more, I never said I did not love you Because I have felt it before I am an empty shell, Or an apple dropped and bruised; so I gather up the pieces Even the ones left unused I'll put them back together, Though God knows how long that will take I must find myself and be me again It is the decision that I must make. |