The Lost Piece Of Me

Push them out

Push them out

I say.

These painful memories

Of you and I,

I wish would go away.

Each time they creep into my mind,

Like a monster grabbing hold

Of me, in the middle of the night.

I swing, and I yell, and I try,

But it is so so hard

To finish this fight.

Tears drip down my face,

Or maybe that's actually

The rain caressing it from the sky.

It makes me wonder, and wonder

If maybe one day I'll revive.

Looking up at the clouds,

I breathe in deep,

And pray that one day I'll be ready to take that leap.