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Picking up the Pieces

Picking Up the Pieces I’m sitting on the floor of this quiet room. Watching how the shadows start to bloom. I spent so much time trying to be perfect for you, I forgot the things I actually wanted to do. My hands are tired from carrying the weight, Of everyone’s expectations and their hate. I’m gathering the pieces of my soul, Trying to make the broken parts feel whole. I don’t need anyone to tell me I’m okay, I’m finding the strength to get through the day. It’s a lonely path but I’m finally free, To be the person I was meant to be. I look at my reflection and I see the cracks. I’m tired of the knives behind my back. I used to think that being alone was a sin, But now I’m learning how to let myself back in. It’s a slow process, learning how to stay, And not just turning around and running away. No more hiding, no more living in the dark. I’m looking for the light, looking for the spark. Every scar I have is a story I survived, A beautiful reminder that I’m still alive. I am worth the effort, I am worth the time, I am finally starting this mountain climb. I’m gathering the pieces of my soul, Trying to make the broken parts feel whole. I don’t need anyone to tell me I’m okay, I’m finding the strength to get through the day. It’s a lonely path but I’m finally free, To be the person I was meant to be. [Outro] One piece at a time. I’m coming home to me. The pieces of my soul... Are finally mine.