I’m surrounded by broken glass
like shattered mirrors
my hands are bleeding
from trying to gather the shards
in my open arms
ashamed of the mess
I’ve created
barely able to hold it all
pieces escaping my grasp
and falling back to the ground
this is my sickness feels like
I can see my face reflecting
in all those pieces
and I’m tired of trying to carry it all
so I am finally letting it go.


Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Creative Writing, Depression, Grief, Infertility, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, PTSD, Self Esteem, Suicide, Writing


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