RefugeInRain

Missing Pieces

I\'m missing pieces.

Parts of me gone.

Will there be any left, when this is all done?

(When my time comes?)

 

I am not who I used to be.

Parts broken and crumpled.

Someone took a sledgehammer to me,

when I was much younger.

 

I know some parts are long gone,

and decomposed.

I know they are dead now,

cause I\'ve met their ghosts.

 

Will I ever figure out,

this puzzle of me?

I\'m missing too many pieces.

Now the original picture,

will never take shape.

 

That version of me, whoever they were,

is long gone.

Dead and partially buried.

Some parts never found.