I'm a puzzle
try to put me together.
but let me warn you,
it may not be easy.
there are some pieces
that don't lock together
there are parts missing,
and parts that will never be found.
there is a piece missing
for every time I've cried,
another piece gone,
for every lost love.
there are some gaps,
that were lost in a struggle,
parts that were stolen,
and parts that have faded.
then there are pieces,
that are not truly ME.
they're just thrown in
as an attempt to fill gaps.
the end picture inst pretty,
and you'll wish you had never started.
through all the holes,
theres a very ugly image.
It shows what i am.
the truth reveals
I'm not happy as it seems,
but actually dark and empty
and lonesome inside...
