Pieces of Myself
Pieces of myself are falling around me
Burying me inside, I cannot breathe
Suffocation is taking me to a different place,
A place worse than this
Laid to rest, only second best, life is nothing much to miss
Just an endless waste of empty space.
Pieces of myself, slitting my wrists as they fall apart
Crash down at my feet, like they did from the start
Lamentation makes no difference, not any more
Or did it ever?
Fought the war, lost, never found, why, I'll never know
Never good enough, never better.
Pieces of myself lying broken on the floor
Like a child's toys, forgotten when gone
Frustration was the cause, never the cure
Things will be better after all
Cried the tears, faced my fears, but it'll never be over
My end hasn't yet begun.
Pieces of myself, held in my hands
They cut my palms, but I'm beyond pain
Destruction of all I know, chaos is, as before
The only thing I know
Wrote the words, over and over, but the meaning laid low
The fire burns so cold.
Pieces of myself, blown away by the wind
Never seen again, lost for all time
Emotion nonexistent, forgotten, anyway
Not surprising at all
Done my time, thanks for the ride, I'll get you someday
If I don't get myself first.
'Cause I've had enough of it
So if I die, here and now
Don't be surprised, it's for the best
No reason to hang around
I've seen enough, I've seen too much
I'm tired of this, I've had enough of it
Pieces of myself, are all that's left
Pieces of myself,
That, and nothing else.
Quoth the Raven.