Of pieces

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by yourstrangeness

by yourstrangeness

                                    
                                              All this life consists of pieces, 
Shattered dreams and broken hearts.
No time to cry, and you can't leave it.
Your past was insane, your future will be hard.
Destroyed to the bones with the void inside.
Don't touch this, it can turn into dust.
It will fill your lungs with my insane past.
You will lose yourself, you will lose your mind.
Overwhelmed by my overthinking.
Trying to stop filling my mind with doubts.
It's not me, it's just all my feelings,
Which are keep this dust in my body.
Listen to a spring rain every time it goes. 
Love to hear water of millions drops. 
Every time I hope it washes away that dust, 
Which has been staying with me from my insane past.