wrap myself to keep me together at each sideeach and every morning carefully reappliedout of tears and pain the cloth is spunand throughout the day it comes undone  some days i do a messy jobmy hands shake and my head starts to throbmy smile begins to falterand everything on my face I just want to alter some days the cloth covers all to seeso much that it tricks even mei forget how everything underneath is awryand how much i have wanted to die  most days the cloth gradually becomes loose and uselessit hides nothing and to myself i become abusivethere is only so much cloth i can makehow much can my shattered body take? 

This poem is about: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741