Apologies for the unexpected hiatus :( between family, schoolwork, friends, and other shit, I haven't had the time or the mindset to do anything.
Anyway, not 100% happy with this, but it was the best out of what I had
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Shattered
Sometimes I wonder why I'm even here
Whether there's a purpose for anything, if my dreams could become something more
I toss my hours in the trash that's overflowing with time I've spend wasting
Time I could've spent on other things
Better things
I really like jigsaw puzzles
It reminds me that things can be solved if the time and effort is put in
But it also taunts me, mocking me for my lack of order
I am two puzzles in one, both with half the pieces missing
With parts that can fit, but will never be whole
Sometimes I feel like I'm made of wood
Hundreds of years wiser than my age
Made strong with layers and cuts and scars
But most of the time, I know I am glass
Plain.
Used.
Shattered.
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Letters To No One
PoetryA poetry/journal book for me so I can get my feelings onto somewhere and not drown in them :D TW: implied suicidal thoughts, body dysmorphia, and possibly others (you've been warned) Don't let other opinions alter your reality ;) Published: Jul 28...
