Mend Me (Originally Untitled) – Written Friday 1st September 2000 (Aged 25)

Mend Me

sitting here,
counting minutes on the wall
i am in a room of paradox
and i can see down the hall
mend me,
i feel broken
my words are more than a token
mend me,
i feel for you
my words are not easily spoken
mend me,
i am waiting for a change
sitting, waiting for what never comes
a companion to memories,
of myself so young
i want to speak to you
i want to find the real you
but i know i must wait
and i hurt so much
me me,
i feel broken
and i am, more than words spoken

James Garratt – Friday 1st September 2000

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