leaving those shattered pieces behind,
people behind try to pick them up,
and fix it back.


Every night,
she refuses to sleep,
she knows,
that once she drifts away into her sleep,
another day has gone.
time is running out,
for her to fix things.
before she leaves,
she wants to make sure that everything is in place.
she's trying so hard.
and its been so long.
everything is still the same.
will it ever change?
funny how she thought ,
that everything would fall into place with time.
when until now,
she's still at her own pace.
how is she going to catch up?
will he ever notice,
that no matter how hard she tried,
that distance will always be the same between them.
far.
she wish he knew how depressing it was,
that he'll never know how she felt,
how hard she tried,
just to get a small little response.
how much can she take in at a time?
or to be exact
how much more can she take?
she's loosening her grasp,
she feels its time to let go.
there's really no purpose anymore.

as she falls asleep tonight,
one more day has gone.
she's tired.
of waiting.
of trying.
soon,
she'll be falling apart,
having no one to catch her.