I should be asleep.
Instead I'm lying in my bed crying
Thinking of all things left unsaid
Of all the feelings cut short
So many mistakes made
And no way to sort out these feelings
It feels as though the last page of my story has been ripped out
I don't know how I keep going each day
It hurts to breathe
But it hurts to imagine stopping
How can I feel loved for the first time in my life
And still not feel good enough
Still feel like just a thing to be used as a convenience
I feel like there's no fixing the tattered pieces of my soul.