What's Left of Me are Pieces

Gone. Gone are those days Of happiness visible on my face Yes, the truth is out Of which no one should doubt. Gone. Gone are the happy thoughts Of the moments I treasured the most The things I thought would last Are now gone too fast Never have I imagined Of strange feelings I would be in Lost, sorrow and broken Grave before? No. Until then. What I thought would make me, Is now slowly killing every piece of me With every part that's broken, There a message lies hidden. In a moment, "looks could be deceiving" is true On the outside is a facade, leaving no clue. Answers to whole? Or broken? Is a no and yes. Because what's left of me are pieces.

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