Fragments

My life was shattered,
Into a thousand little pieces.
Each conveying their own value.
One was for trust,
Another for love,
Another for hate,
While the brightest was hope.
These shards of my life cut my hands,
From time to time.
And cause me to spill my own blood.
However, I’m already bleeding inside,
The crimson slowly, but steadily making its way
Around my arms,
Through my veins.

My life was shattered,
Into a thousand little fragments,
One never quite like the other.
Just as one human to another.
Or a brother and a mother.
But the fragments were sharp,
As I spread them over a big black tarp,
They diced my fingers and the truths came,
Haunting me.
They’ll never return to the place they were born.
They are here to stay.
Reminding me of what I was.
Who you were.