Pieces

I'm trying to put my life together like a puzzle. Depression is dangerous as a pit bull without a muzzle. It's trying to attack me from within like it's cancer. I have prayed every night but received no answer. I'm picking up the pieces of my broken heart. While sitting around piecing it together like a piece of art. I'm taking it one day at a time piece by piece. I have so much on my mind I'm mentally obese. My soul is in construction trying to rebuild. It has been empty, there's plenty I need to fulfill. As long as I'm alive I know I'm winning. I tryna hit a home run every other inning. Each piece is a mistake I have to learn from drowning. I realize that life is short, there's no more clowning. I have been through so many headaches and strife. Some pieces might need to be moved around but that is life.
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