Me
Here I am
on the ground
stitching up,
my open wounds
with word filled thread
patching up my injuries
with barely me bits
my soul repairing slowly
and oh so carefully
with books, and songs, and words
taking the best characteristics
of my favorite characters
as a way of healing
all my broken bits
yet there are so many
and its so hard,
but still, my soul tries
yet they are not the same
as how I used to be
that old me is gone,
fractured, shattered
by pain of the heart
pain of the emotions
and pain of the mind
to the point where only
dust
remains
and yet, I dust those dusty bits of my old self all over me,
inhale it deep into my lungs
as a way of hoping
no, wishing
no, dreaming
that somehow
it will all mold together, soul and all
turning me back into that
happy, loving, bubbly and free me
from the past,
before all this pain destroyed me
until then,
here I am
faking happy, loving too quickly, sad, and lonely
me.
a shattered girl
trying to fix herself,
but failing.