it's as though
each of my ribs
weigh a million
pounds.and as gravity
pulls them into
the earth, i
feel them crush
my little heart.creating more pieces
i can't possibly
pick up and glue
back together again.i've glued these pieces
so many times that
they've lost their
initial shape,
and no longer
fit.i don't know
how much longer
i can keep
doing this,
i'm going to
run out of
glue soon.
YOU ARE READING
an ode to the hopeless, these are for you
Poetrya collection of poetry meant to aid your path to healing, and also some insight into my mind. enjoy