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Nov 2018
I've been wandering my whole life
trying to find this "missing piece"
The doctors have all told me that
medicine is what I need
but I don't think it's right
to be even more messed up than I was

Trying to breathe again
you messed up again
you made everyone worry about you
yeah I'm not okay
in the space that I've always been
but I'm suffocating
and wanting the world to end

Yet you can help your friends
without hesitation
you always help everyone else
and here you are killing yourself even more
Yeah I'm falling apart again
and I'm giving in
but I'm not letting go

That "missing piece"
that isn't some type of medicine
or someone else
maybe that can help
but it won't completely help on it's own
that "missing piece"
what I was searching for
it was my own will
self love
that's what it is called
Stone
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Stone  19/F
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