Poems For the Damaged and Broken

Pieces of Me (draft)

I'm waiting for my time.
Aching, whimpering, shaking.
I'm waiting for my moment.
Crying, pleading, breaking.

This cold night chills my bones,
As I dream of those who haunt me.
Waking up in cold sweats and tears,
Heart feeling an empty void of debris.

Particles of memories faded overtime.
Pieces of me shattered all over,
Fighting to become whole again.
I'm fighting to hide the pain they passover.

Would anyone care if they became whole?
Would anyone fight for me if they knew,
About those dark nights I spend alone
Crying and craving for myself to renew.

Am I really the problem?
Am I the reason I'm so broken and alone?
Did I cut everyone with my sharp edges?
With all my thorns that have overgrown.

I'm trying to renew myself without being a burden.
So I'll keep suffering these silent nights,
Dry my tears early in the morning.
But I don't know if I can win these fights.