Somehow memories once held and felt never leave you
It then becomes a secret as you try picking the broken pieces  or whatever is left.
Everyday you pick a part, gathering as much as you can.
Some might not realize how broken you are others might not even get to believe you and so they don't see.
Somehow the memories keep coming back, the exact same time, when the world's asleep and you are all alone with these feelings that taunt you.
Nobody sees you, even if they do some won't still believe you and others are yet to.
Wide open your eyes are, scared of what you might see when you close your eyes, each piece becoming clearer but difficult to pick and still nobody sees and even if they do, they won't still believe you.