I had stitched every hole Every worn down place Yes, I was perfectly flawed But I was sewn tight together
The waves could come Shake me if they could But my stitching stayed strong I thought it always would
There's something new Hunting me down Sharp sharp claws My stitches fall to the ground
Like a torrent of rain Just enough to crack open The floodgates
I am lost in the river and I can't see the ground Praying for a hand to reach out but I won't make a sound
I feel like everything is great Except I've had more panic attacks in the last week then the rest of my life? And like I just don't want people to think i'm trying to 'be cool' cause 'everyone has anxiety sometimes you aren't special' but like, hahaha a therapist would be nice.
I picked each one. Piled them up. I put them all together. It was challenging tho. It was broken, crashed awfully. Hard to find the right pieces To place on the right places But I was awestruck. After a long try. Finally, the pieces were beautifully stitched.
My heart is stitched I no longer feel Though deep beneath all those veins of hurt I feel nothing Nothing at all But I still hang on I hang onto people People who couldn't care less I seem sad So simply sad Though there isn't a word to describe my loss of trust And lack of love Because to me Love is just a word There is nothing behind it Because every time I fall for it I end up getting pushed back down But back to reality I've been stuck between two sides But I no longer am part of any My heart is torn And now I have Ripped stitches