Broken Pieces

December 16, 2008
He left me so long ago
hanging by a thread.
Wishing I had his hand to hold,
wanting to talk to my friend.
Well then he came back looking,
searching for my heart.
And all he found were broken pieces
ripped and torn apart.
I had been depressed and lonely,
I thought he was my only.
A bottle, ten pills
Waiting, until
the pain was washed away.
Now I watch him from a better place.

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