Maybe.

Pieces, pieces everywhere,

shattered and scattered she maybe,

lost in her ownself,

or seeking peace everywhere,

far away at the skies,

darkest at this hour of nights,

quiet wind she speaks to,

that brightest star,

next to the moon in that horizon,

she stares at for hours,

pieces, pieces everywhere,

shattered and scattered she maybe...

Far away from the light,

in the shade of nothingness,

she smiles at the pain of numbness,

for if there's nothing to feel about,

then why's it Nothing that she feels about,

hours of uncertainity but days of faith,

scattered or shattered she maybe...

The pen's now broken,

the ink leaves blots on the floor,

she walks silently,

for to be found out another time is one thing she's fears,

for what's found is then lost she bears,

pieces, pieces everywhere,

shattered or scattered she maybe....