In the mess of broken hearts,
I used all the pieces of myself
to try and piece him back
together.
That was my first mistake.
YOU ARE READING
Chapters of Me
PoetryStruggling with depression, these poems are my late night thoughts and my internal cries. They are all the chapters of me.
A mess
In the mess of broken hearts,
I used all the pieces of myself
to try and piece him back
together.
That was my first mistake.
