Collecting pieces

Some days it just feels like crying.
Not what I wanted, but I’ve been trying.

These things and places now only have your memories to offer.
They take me to a land where I grieve and suffer.

It gets tough, often waking up with your thought.
Wondering how it changed me and what it has brought.

A price heavily paid for my trust.
I then collect myself, but what is the point? it is all lost.