My life is a scrap yard
broken pieces on the ground

Junked up corroded memories
rusting slowly all around

Sharp jagged edges from my past
cutting deeply into me

Infecting inside my blood stream
with deep pain and misery

Wind gusting dust through my mind
that has now run so dry

Blowing away all of my old fallen tears
that I have hidden cried

I have scrapped all my hope for finding love
tried to many times before

I will not add broken pieces to the scrap yard
have no pieces to give anymore