Pieces of Me

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.