Piece of MeThese are my words,This is my life,The thoughts in my head,When I can't sleep at nightThis...is my painThese are my dreams,Caused by all the things I've seenThis is my world,Please come inside,And watch as I write,This little piece of meThis is my song,Why don't you sing along,I hope you like what you read,Because it's a piece of meThese words are my hope,When I'm at the end of my ropeThey...are my faith,When I can't keep, my thoughts straightThis is a piece of meI hope you like what you seeThis little piece of meLiving life through my words,Seeing how much it hurts,To...be meThis is me,Writing so emotionally,Trying to find my peaceIt's hard, don't you see,To be me?Every word that I write,Tells the story of my life,The places that I've been,From way back whenEvery word comes from my soul,A piece that I let go,So that you can see,What it's like to be meA little piece of meA glimpse into my dreamsAnd the sheen,Of the tears I cry,When I'm alone, o
my soul.my soul.Triangles of ivy, broken on the floor;so that the sun's light could enter.Allowing life to spill, and stain the truth beneath,so that a divine light would enter. A burning light (so bright) and full of meaning. Merely thought? Or true religion? Believing in existence outside one's self-importance.Wilted, worthless – these crumbled leaves,smoulder under the burning-bright gaze.Misted memories, these forgotten tears,to be wiped away be gentle hands. The melancholy that lasts (so long), while all else fades away. To drown in a sorrow you no longer comprehend.Faded laces of green tremble, in a long-gone wind,unable to reach the height of a dreaming sky.Spinning thoughts in the chaos of a stolen dream,no longer have the will to capture their own essence. The living of another's life (so far away), yet created by the same truths.