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.