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.
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