Pieces of me I left behind,
Scattered in the wake of my mind,
Remnants of a life once whole,
Now torn apart and left with a hole.
Memories that I wish to forget,
But they linger like a lingering debt,I try to pick up the pieces,
But they seem to slip through my fingers,
Eroded by the trauma I've faced,
Leaving me feeling lost and misplaced.
