Patchwork.-[To: me, my heart and the blackhole.]
Expectations are eating me,
Making my inside hollow.
Someone help me,
I want to love myself more.
With nothing left inside,
I could only search for a reason
To hide no more.
Even after drinking my tears,
I remain empty inside.
Heart with a blackhole
Which continues to consume my soul.
No hope, no fear, no rage, no tear.
A stitch near my lips helps me smile.
A stitch near every limb of mine
Holding me together.
I have become a patchwork
Who hides her stitches.
-sk
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Espiritualit's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.
