The soft static in my mind turns louder
I bite my lips harder drawing bitter crimson
My nails are okay, what about the skin around them?
And my stomach’s in bits and pieces
My sleep is scarce, I keep waking up
Forget about my health!
The love of my life has ran away
And now I pick up the bits and pieces of my shattered soul
Will you listen to my silence?
I’m to afraid to talk
For my tongue might slip and utter a word I shall, of the darkest secrets
Then you’ll leave and I’ll again be the bits and pieces of dust I was before
Do not take it personally
If I don’t come to you with my problems
I know we’re close but trust me I’d rather not talk
Because everything is in bits and pieces
I don’t know why but all I see is darkness in my mind
I’m sorry but everything about me,
Is bits and pieces
Thoughts, memories and words are carefully pieced apart
Guess the good takes you nowhere!
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