Pieces

Scattered all over, there's thousands of them,
  Jagged and sharp, like razors and knives.
All bloody and broken, shrewn and thrown,
  The pieces of my life.

Hidden and hiding, they can not be found.
  Missing and lost, all but completely gone.
Once found, only to lose again,
  The pieces of my life.

Like parts of a puzzle, make a big picture.
  Memories of time, create a life lived.
When put all together, created me,
  The pieces of my life.