Little do you know..

Little do u know piece by piece step by step spark by spark I am collecting pieces of you in a life time of existing in a relm in whiçh is not my own thought by thought push by push cage by cage corner by corner can't you see I do not see anymore can't you tell I thought by piece I'm hand weaving my me back to me I see you pieces  u collect me I'm doné collecting I've collected enough in life now I want to take my collection ànd live the way u collect an the way I collect are not the same I am not the same Nd yet have always been me but holding on to your pieces and feeling as we do gives me a hope in which little did u know that that hope is slowly being turned in my twisted mind into a mirage of wicked nightmares in which I fall asleep loving those pieces I've mérged into a fairytale I don't get to live in and convincingly as I am teach myself that wat do I have but pieces I've collected over a life time of surviving in a way in which I created my own reality delete what hurt and forget the rest little did u know in every her I'm only holding the pieces of u.....