Broken Pieces

The first piece I've written in almost three years!

I ask the questions

but there are no answers.

Maybe it's too late

to find them amoung the lies.

Maybe I should

pack it all in.

Give up on pulling

my heart together alone.

It feels like shards of glass

are shoved beneath my skin.

And you're not willing

to pull the pieces out.

So I rip them out myself,

tear my heart apart,

and watch the light inside me

die to shadows.

I beg for you to salvage

a tiny piece of us.

But it's a losing battle,

I'm just losing me.

Turning to run

from faces I don't want to see.

Trying to pick up

every broken piece of me.

This was not my choice

you let the monster in.

And now the life we lead

is tearing us apart from within.

The shards of glass

you pushed them deep.

And now I'm left

to see how much I bleed.

I try to hide their scars

and hold you close to me.

But it's a losing battle

and I'm just losing me.

Turning to run

from faces I don't want to see.

Trying to pick up

every broken piece of me.

Reviews

[GTVile]

Ever hear the Pantera song, "Shedding Skin"? This kinda has a vibe similar to that. The bitter mix of memory and reliving those memories daily, always re-picking the scab until it eventually, if it ever does, heal. Again, kudos. I'm noticing a theme to your writing =)

[Wolfwind]

It has a lyrical quality to it. The repetition of that particular stanza makes me think of a ballad type of song, perhaps something countryish..
I think it tells a story though. The kind where no matter how much dust get's swept under the rug, it's still under there and even though we can't see something, it still nags at us in the back of our minds. Just my view on it, I guess.

It's good to see you tossing ink again! =)

Aaron