Shattered Memories

Ive been shattered Into what feels like endless pieces And the inner monologue seems to Be pretty meaningless. I'm here talking to myself because I don't wanna inconvenience Maybe I just need more time or Is that just greediness? Do you ever reach for me? Ever look back at old photos? The memories along with salty tears Tend to flood back. I easily wipe away the wet from my eyes Unlike the painful thoughts In a sea of a millions I'd still feel All hope is lost. Therapy and medication Hours of meditation Breathe, lungs in respiration As old songs play on the radio station. And there I'm back again In sadness drowning Waiting for your hand to break the waves Endless time that I'm counting. I just need to see For a minute or a second Maybe a small mention. Where the good things just a fake and this was your real intention? Just reach and show me You where not pretending.