Just Poems And Stuff

Threads and Stitches

    Snip snip, more lines get cut, brain drifting further away, loose... Not grounded, reality blurs, the voices grow louder, a cold breeze flows through yet I can't even feel it anymore... My mind wonders, silence... Sweet sweet silence

    a Past of horrifying thoughts, a mind now mended, scars have formed, stitches have been made, but the funny thing about stitches, they can always come loose, they can come undone, you think you can accept things, move on from tragic events, but how long until it all comes back, stitches ripped out, the mind broken once more, open wounds hurting, a girl crying lost and afraid within her own brain...