I'm breaking.
As I try to stitch myself back
Together.
It doesn't seem the same.
I realize the threads
Are only breaking themselves.
And only leaving more scars.
I feel nothing.
The physical pain
Is something I've
Become numb to.
I remember
What the world use to be.
I seemed to be happy then.
But that's because
I didn't know.
Didn't know the truth.
But that was
Years ago.
Me at that time
Could never imagine
Me like this.
But this is what
The truth does.
How much pain it causes.
But
This may just be
True for me.