Shards

July 9, 2013

Broken glass in my head

Every shard has a voice.

It feels like part of me is dead

I’m second guessing every choice.

Getting lost inside my brain

I can’t tell which voice is mine.

Close my eyes ignore the pain

Just top talking I’ll be fine.

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