So much on my chest nowadays
Thoughts running through my mind
I feel so fucking alone
And I'm ashamed to admit it
I'm so close to the edge of this cliff I'm standing on
Tired of being told it'll be okay and to give it time
It's been ten years now
I do what I love
I try to enjoy life
I write my heart out, but my heart is still sore
Over 500 poems later and I'm still writing like I'm fucking drowning
And when I'm sober, I feel trapped in my mind
I want to grab the pills and swallow the whole bottle
But the bottle is already empty
I go for the blade, but there's no more room to make another scar
So many battles I've had to fight alone
The stress on my heart makes my chest feel heavy and sore
The blade touches my old scars, breaking them open
The past flooding my mind
The tears shed, and I don't know what to do
I'm so tired of feeling so broke
Why does my heart still ache?
Can you fix a broken heart?
Mine is just being held together by my hands
When I finally let go, I know I will flatline
I'll fade away
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Catastrophic Clouds
PoetryHeartbreak never truly goes away. It's harder to move on when questions get left unanswered.
