In Pieces

Broken I am, sitting here by myself

A lonely man, left alone on the shelf

so that others may have the happiness I crave

This is how I spend my days.

 

In my head, these thoughts grow stagnant

Alone again waiting for what's meant

for others, but apparently not for me.

I'm too blind. Can't you see...

 

I'm in pieces all made new.

I don't understand me and you

These pieces never fade,

but I can never just run away.

 

Again here I am, a shadow of myself

Looking inside at my own hell

so that someone might find happiness.

This is why I'm a mess.

 

I'm in pieces all made new.

I don't understand me and you

These pieces never fade,

but I can never just run away.

Pieces of me scattered about.

Where do we go from here now?

Pieces of us are meant for each other

or am I to be just the unnamed lover?

 

I don't see what anyone sees in me.

Say I'm perfect then leave me be.

I'm as flawed as i can stand

but in the end I'm just a man.

Why can't someone just believe in me?

Am I as wirthless as I feel?!

 

I'm in pieces all made new.

I don't understand me and you

These pieces never fade,

but I can never just run away.

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Januarian's picture

Been there, experienced that,

Been there, experienced that, and you describe the anguish very well.


Januarian

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lyrycsyntyme's picture

A real honest, raw write. We

A real honest, raw write. We have to ask before we can have the answers, right? I've often found that a great use in writing during my own life. 

 

Your worth, though, I hope you'll come to see, is and always will be independent of what others believe. People used to pray to the Sun, it was a normal thing - hell, it was considered important, right? Very little of humanity does this, anymore. Yet the sun still shines and warms just the same, being as important as ever to the world. You get what I'm saying?