Not Much Left
Read Count : 113
Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
It takes me awhileTo come out of my darkEach time someone breaks meAnd shatters my heartAnd each time I've brokenCuz somebody leftIt's taken me longerTo come back to myselfMy illness is mentalBecause my traumas were realAnd my default is distanceFrom all that I feelFor each hand that reachesIs one more that could leaveAnd I don't have much leftOf the pieces of me.