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Pieces Of My Mind
Poem 14













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14
There's hardly any space for you in my bed
'Cause it's still packed with shadows of her;
You try to remove her out of my space
But I keep pulling her back in again.

You're fed up and it's final,
You're asking if I still love her;
I loved her, now I don't know,
She's all that she was, and she was everything,
Now she represents all the pain and hate in me.

Wounded as you are, you get some piercings;
You're too hurt to injure yourself your skin;
You blame me rightly,
I am the needle that tortures your body badly.