there's nothing left inside me
just the cold heartbeat of my body.
I don't feel anything;
there's no emotions
no feelings
I'm empty
and I'm broken.
Now nothing
will be able to fix me.
the strongest glue
wouldn't be able to piece me back together.
because even though
I might be whole again,
I'm not the same person I was
before I went numb.
YOU ARE READING
crossing bridges // poetry
Poetryreally short, random, grammatically incorrect, shit I've put together called poems. **TRIGGER WARNING** #21 in #freementalillness (11/29/18) #42 in #mentalproblems (11/18/18) #670 in #mental (11/22/18) #907 in #depressing (11/24/18)
