Pieces

Pieces

With lifted arms I stand before you
Life's broken pieces in my hand
Singing the song of a heart hurting
Hoping that you'd understand

Unable to see the road ahead
Haunted by memories behind
Engulfed in clouds of darkness
My footing hard to find

Using a broken compass
Uncertain where to go
My strength quickly fading
Weakened by every blow

My head is soon exploding
Too many thoughts on my mind
Why must I suffer hardships
While for others life seems so kind?

I don't know who I am now
Or what your plan for me is
So I'm reaching out to touch you
Begging take my hands, please.

I'm drowning in desperation
It's difficult as I wait
I want to take the shortcuts
Deviating from the road straight

On the outside I seem stable
Though hiding the emptiness inside
Wanting to escape my troubled thoughts
To find a safer place to hide

I'm told you've never left me
And through it all you're there
In this darkness, please, come find me
God, tell me that you care

Take these worthless pieces
Which are things I have gone through
I certainly don't need them
So I give them all to you

I'm tired of feeling tired
Sick of feeling sick
Hurt from all the hurt
And weak from feeling weak

There's so much pain inside me

Seeds of hate begin to grow

Resulting in these pieces

Of which I must let go

Look into my heart
Would you count its tears?
It's forgotten true happiness
Since it's been two years

Now I turn to you
With nowhere else to run
I've consider ending my life
I only needed the gun

I pray, please, take these pieces
And everything which don't belong
Free me from my troubles
Give me a joyous song

02.12.10
Poem by: Kelly Jean Philippe

"But now, O Lord, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou our potter;
and we all are the work of thy hand." Isaiah 64:8