Fragments of the picture ✔️

03| to wither

"How much my thirsty lips crave dialogue.
Someone to understand my anxiety
Anyone to talk to.
Knowing my mind,
I would be better off writing gibberish
to calm my bleeding soul with words.
Seems almost impossible
to scribble what my mind can muster
with the sting in my eyes.
I'm no super woman with the intention to fly
I'm no hero who solves the hardest things.
I'm just broken pieces of a mirror
that desperately needs to be fixed with glue.
Believing I could survive
on a make believe world.
And now the pain is back ten fold
causing me to wither and die."

~E.