I've broken, darling
Into a thousand little pieces
Shattered all over the floor
And nobody is there
To pick the pieces up
And put me back together
And I'm afraid I can't do all of the picking up anymore
Not all by myself
I'm afraid I can't even be myself anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Words left unsaid
RandomThis little book is my outlet. Words I never said, but wanted to. Because some thoughts are small in size, but miles in meaning.