Pulling It All Together Again

By , Pittsburgh, PA
Broken Pieces,
Burned Bridges,
Shattered Remains of my life.
Is this really all it comes down to?

Hope is lost,
I feel buried alive,
Numbness spreads.
What's the point to this anymore?

Molded into something I'm not,
Years of wasting my life,
Needing to find a purpose.
This is what it is.

Being there for people,
Taking their burdens,
Letting them push me down,
The point? I think not.

But what should I know?
I think it's time to pick up the pieces,
Rebuild the bridges,
And glue the shattered remains back together.

Maybe I'm right,
Maybe I'm wrong,
But it's better than doing nothing.
It's a good place to start.





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