Stains from My Brain

In my brain lay particles of my mind.
Forgiving and forgetting.
Leaving memories behind.
The old skin slowly shedding.

In my hands lay pieces of thoughts.
They never fit the puzzle.
Even after all the battles fought.
They are worn and troubled

Personal and irrational.
Too bitter for your taste.
No match for the fashionable.
But, they will not go to waste.

I leave these things to stain the paper.
I leave these things for human eyes.
I leave these things to make me feel safer.
I leave these for ones to keep, after I've died.