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Pieces


I’ve fallen apart,

A million pieces in the floor.

Most of them are missing,

I can’t find them any more.

My pieces have been scattered,

And without them I can’t feel,

I wish that I could find them,

So maybe I can heal.

I can’t put myself together,

I’m a fractured mess,

I need someone to help me,

To make this weight feel less.

I’m trying to pick up the pieces,

But life throws them around.

I try to reattach them,

But my relief cannot be found.

Someone find my pieces,

This pain just will not end,

They’re scattered across the world,

To me strength someone must lend.

I want to find my pieces,

From the Charmer and the Star,

But both of them are gone now,

Life has torn us apart.

My pieces are all missing,

Someone find them where they lie,

I need help searching,

Someone please before I die.

 
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I am a high school student at a small school, I've been through a lot so far throughout my life, but there are three things that I normally write about: I write about the depression that I battle every day and often lose to, and I write about the two women that I've fallen in love with, both of which left, and I'm never going to see either one again. If you like my writings, please e-mail me at [email protected]. It helps to know when people enjoy or relate to the things that I write.

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