\"Girl In Pieces\"...
Who is she? Why is she in pieces?
That\'s not me.
It couldn\'t be me.
.....could it?
Almost everyday I can feel the weight of my heart,
Pulling my down into nothing.
Or, almost nothing.
Everyday I can feel the pull of gravity, stretching towards me.
I\'m grounded,
but my head floats so far above me.
Walking through the hallways, it\'s like I\'m detached from my body.
And I don\'t know how to get back. Have I ever been back?
She says there\'s too much:
too many words, too much hurt, too much feeling.....
\"Get it out. Get it all out!\"
But I don\'t know how.
I don\'t know how to stop the ache inside me.
I don\'t know how to stop the voices in my head.
I don\'t know how to calm the ocean within my heart.
\"It could be worse, right?\"
Of course it could be worse.
Sometimes I almost wish it was worse.........
Then I could actually have something to cry about.
I could feel deserving and with reason to express my emotions.
Why do I feel like it\'s meaningless?
It\'s all just....meaningless