I reach to pick up the pieces
Getting cut by the broken edges
I don’t know how I got here
It wasn’t supposed to be like this

You give it everything you have
And you fight until the battle’s won
But what if you’ve given all you can?
Yet the war has only just begun

I put up all these walls around me
Making barriers and building shields
I don’t want people to see my bruises
All my failures would be revealed

Love and success are all I’ve ever wanted
The reason behind all this change –
So I pick up the pieces and glue them together
With the hope of being whole again.

  • The Dalema. November 21, 2016
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