In Pieces
In pieces
The debris of my shattered soul,
Is all that remains of the old me I used to know.
I, the ghost, who haunts my life of cold,
Just sits here shivering…lost without a hope.
Broken by love a thousand times.
Crippled permanently by all the lies.
I live this life inside a lie.
I say I am happy, so they don’t have to cry.
If I tell the truth to anyone who cares,
I fear that it would leave them to be scared.
So I will just tell ‘you’ what goes on inside my head.
Today I thought ‘I want to be dead.’
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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