Pieces
By atia
A file in a bag, a few pictures and some notes That's all I brought with me, all I carry of my past That's all the world can see. I'm trying to be careful, Only cry when I really need, Only smile all the time, Only try to always feel. I'm walking through a haze Picking pieces of my soul Searching and returning Hoping to become whole I heard an old song today I cling to the memory :) It never meant so much to me.. I go back in my head To where and what I was I try to be inspired Don't want to jot down angry thoughts I can not be bitter Why? Why am I not over this? Why am I not over life and my lack of control? I'm not the sensitive one I should be complete But that's just being selfish So I worry So I care And throw myself a pity party Cos the world just isn't fair But maybe if I hear that song Just one more time, I'll feel Perhaps the same way I once did And know that I was real And whoever caused my life to be Atleast I'll know it wasn't me... Written December 26th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 03:09 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"A file in a bag, a few pictures and some notes..."