Slowly I stitched myself together
Making a collage of pain and happiness.
Slowly building myself
With you intertwined within me.
You became a part of me.
But the stitches you made were lies.
Invisible to you,
Filled with false hope.
They soon left. Too soon.
But it would have always been too soon.
And now my collage has gaps and holes
I am so desperately trying to fill.
Each empty space like a bullet hole,
A gaping, sucking, inevitable wound.
Loneliness is creeping back
From the dark corners where it was hiding.
Emptiness is crawling back up my throat,
Getting ready to scream.
Desperately I want someone
To hold me together, put in my stitches, fill the gaps,
I can't do this on my own...
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Depression/ Suicide/ Self harm / recovery Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry to show people the pain some people go through, I go through. A place where I can release the pain within me and show you all that recovery is possible. I love and care about all of you xx
