Pick Up The Pieces Of Me
Spread out all over floor, or should I say, scattered
Fragments, broken, torn apart and shattered,
Like an empty vase, thrown in anger against the wall
I should have known, the higher I fly, the harder the fall,
Who's going to be there now, how can that be?
Nobody left to pick up the pieces of me.
My senses are ravished, livid and reeling
A volcano errupting with a hidden dark feeling,
Rebounding like a tin can kicked in the gutter
Almost choking on emotions, words unable to utter,
All alone in the world, but, how can that be?
Nobody left to pick up the pieces of me.
Confusion invading my thoughts like an army
Driving me mad or should I say barmy,
Frustration nibbling at my innermost feeling
Opening the wounds and stopping the healing
I allowed it to happen, but how can it be
That nobody wants to have pieces of me
Kathryn 24.10.09
Unfinished...
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