The Puzzle

Pieces of the puzzle 
Lay broken on the floor
Putting them back together 
Seems to much a chore. 

Your life is in that puzzle though,
The reasons why you’re dead. 
Who broke the puzzles a mystery
The truth too far gone to get. 

Slowly I’m re-building the puzzle 
But it makes less and less sense. 
Pieces have flown away again 
Cluttering the room way more. 

Did you feel all this confusion
Dealing with the puzzle to? 
Is that why you gave up?
Threw everything all over the ground?

The puzzle was your life, 
You’ve no more trouble to endure. 
No more pieces are being made. 
We now must leave your puzzle undone.