It's alright,
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...
Trust me,
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.

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