Shattered pieces on the floor
Faded memories of before
My reflection is incomplete
I lose myself
Like I lose my sleep
I can't tell what's real and fake
Half the time my mind stays awake
I try to get words out my head
But they always get stuck
Before they get said
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
