My life is pieces on the floor.
My soul is a pin in a cavern deep
Blinking, searching for my peaces
A shattered child on the floor
I’m broken, beating
Fight! stand up and fight!
Why? I don’t want you anymore
It hasn’t sunken in
I’m terrified
Who am I not to love you?
Where will I go?
I feel happy
Thinking I won’t have
To worry over your anger
Anxiety’s gone
I am still connected with you
But I get to keep me
I get to claim myself and not be
Forever miserably yours
I can love freely those
Who appreciate it
Who receive it.
I don’t think you love anyone
Especially not yourself.
Am I a possession?
Property you want back?
Well we are shattered on the floor
And I don’t even want
To put us back together…