The Undoing

by Love   Jun 16, 2018


This is me now-
A heart woven from leftover strings,
Frail;
But knitted,
To cover up yesterdays scars.

And even though,
I'm hanging on by a thread,
This heart is trying so hard,
To not fall apart at the seams.

But each fray that is tugged upon,
Unravels this depression more and more.
And It won't be long,
I'm afraid...
That this illness will become my undoing.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Why are there so many broken hearts and souls in this world? Has this always been the case? Were bronze aged men and women walking around wounded from the inside? Perhaps, the world today is full of expectations that range outside of where the next meal is coming from? The world has shrunk from enormous, to access all areas from a smart devise.

    Is it possible for a world to be kind and considerate to all? I think that now I am dreaming. I wish this were the case, though. I wish this because, depression would be reduced; eradicated, even?

    What's a person to do? Smile, even if it is a sad one. You are beautiful and young. There is much to be sad about, true; but there is much to smile about too. Smile, talk to those you trust and write, write write.

    All the best.

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