Fragments of Me

Scattered words on cold, cracked floors, Lost my voice amid silent wars. Hazy echoes from a fading day— I know there’s no return, yet I stray. Tell me why this burning pain Won’t break free or wane; If it stays, let me shout, let me scream— Shatter this never-ending dream. In this broken puzzle, find a spark, Trembling hands ignite the dark. Collecting shards of a shattered heart, I search for light where hope departs. Eyes shut like a sinking sun, Trapped in a past that can’t be undone. Can’t say “it’s fine”—I hold on tight, Waiting for dawn to end the night. Can you hear this desperate plea? If my voice can break free, let it be. In fragments, your memory survives, Guiding me through broken lives. Sketching maps from shattered dreams— I reclaim myself in silent screams. Even when I splinter and fall, I’ll piece together my all. In this fractured maze, I reside, Finding strength, no need to hide. With trembling cries, I embrace the pain— From these ruins, hope remains. Dawn’s wind stirs the silent night; At sunrise, I emerge—my truth in light.