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Stitched together
It seems I'm always falling apart
Thrown across the landscape
I've thrown myself on another landmine
Broke myself apart for another bleeding heart
Looking frantically for my needle and thread
So that I might pull my self together again
Stitched together always with good intentions
And with self depreciation and self hatred
With bleeding parts and broken hands
With busted fingers I grip that needle
And thread that finely wrapped twine
Of love and hate of mental health and persistence
I weep as I crawl for those pieces I've lost
Again and again for always, stitching myself together
With love and good intentions I go look
For that next bomb inside a bleeding broken heart
Thrown across the landscape
I've thrown myself on another landmine
Broke myself apart for another bleeding heart
Looking frantically for my needle and thread
So that I might pull my self together again
Stitched together always with good intentions
And with self depreciation and self hatred
With bleeding parts and broken hands
With busted fingers I grip that needle
And thread that finely wrapped twine
Of love and hate of mental health and persistence
I weep as I crawl for those pieces I've lost
Again and again for always, stitching myself together
With love and good intentions I go look
For that next bomb inside a bleeding broken heart
Published 15th Oct 2019
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15th Oct 2019 9:17pm
The day will come when you too will read a piece and understand every word. I felt the pain with experience. You’ll stitch yourself whole one day.
15th Oct 2019 9:51pm
16th Oct 2019 5:45am
Because we keep getting up and trying again & again, each time stronger than the last fall.
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16th Oct 2019 8:16pm
Certainly! I just feel like I'm always falling apart and losing parts along the way. It's been a process getting myself back together. I know the poem sounds like I'm talking about another person but I'm the bomb I'm throwing myself on.
16th Oct 2019 9:32pm
16th Oct 2019 11:09pm
A friend of my wife's just confided in her that she's going through harsh times, and just when you think you're ok, something else comes along. Your poem is reminiscent of that difficult phase, stitching yourself together when another thing comes along.
The "self depreciation and self hatred, With bleeding parts and broken hands" line is heart breaking but I hope that eventually it gets better.
W
The "self depreciation and self hatred, With bleeding parts and broken hands" line is heart breaking but I hope that eventually it gets better.
W
17th Oct 2019 00:20am
I've been going through so much right now. I haven't really had a break in a long time.
