That you don't understand.
It's not you,
It's me and the pieces lost.
You see me as a puzzle,
Like a painter with no hands.
Some nights, you might not sleep,
Thinking, what creature is this Man?
It's just I don't want to show you,
How broken I am...
If you could see my wounds,
All you will feel is sympathy in my name.
This might seem tough,
But our friendship would withstand.
I know you have a big heart,
Maybe it's bigger than I am.