
I often gaze into the sky above,
Looking for answers I do not have below
My heart has softened some from the pain of my past
I often wonder, will things really ever last?
My chest hurts from all the crushing blows
My mind keeps the lock to it, wherever it goes.
Some say I am a fool
Loving those who hurt me, even when I knew they would.
I don’t care about that
I care about where I am at.
Where my broken pieces will find themselves
Maybe they will be shoved into a corner
Or perhaps trampled upon till there is nothing more.
I really can’t say anymore.
When those pieces go
Whatever becomes of them, I hope others know
I did everything to keep them whole.
Thank you for reading π
The broken pieces need to be brought back into you…
π