wrapped

May 11, 2016

wrap myself to keep me together at each side

each and every morning carefully reapplied

out of tears and pain the cloth is spun

and throughout the day it comes undone

some days i do a messy job

my hands shake and my head starts to throb

my smile begins to falter

and everything on my face I just want to alter

some days the cloth covers all to see

so much that it tricks even me

i forget how everything underneath is awry

and how much i have wanted to die

most days the cloth gradually becomes loose and useless

it hides nothing and to myself i become abusive

there is only so much cloth i can make

how much can my shattered body take?

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