Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2020
How do unbroken people spend their time?
Either I cant remember,
or I never knew.
When a heart is assembled
and the missing pieces found,
what then?
When I no longer long
to numb my mind,
or channel pain.
What habits of happiness
can fill the old void of
self destruction.
All I know is how to spend my days trying to cope with depression. I forgot what happy people do.
But this period of bliss has lasted so long.
Owen
Written by
Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
69
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems