Piece by piece
Needles repairing me
Faded from sight
Drawing a line
Crisscross the wound
Stoke by stroke
Strings pull the edges close
Sealing the gash
Healing at last
Here in this room
It won’t take much
To tear this all apart again
Sensitive touch
To save a broken heart again
Sometimes I slip
And bleed from all these scars again
I bite my lip
And go back to the start again
Maybe in time
I’ll hold together well
Toughen my skin
Harder within
Fend off the world
Stitch by stitch
Coming together now
Struggle to stand
For all that I am
Spirit unfurled
This therapy
To exercise my thoughts within
Is there in me
To reach out for a closer friend
So bear with me
The stains are all on accident
I tear and bleed
But one day all these wounds will mend
vampireweather 
Very nicely written. It is so true how hard it is to get past hard times. Thank you for writing it is nice to know I am not the only one who feels this way.
Thank you. It’s good to relate 🙂
Feelings very well expressed.
Thank you 🙂
They say that I’m too quiet
No answers to the questions
Too tired to even try it
Ignoring their pitiful suggestions
It’s a waste to ask the reasons
That I base my every day decisions
It really is none of their business
So I don’t bother answering their questions
My mind works on a “need to know” basis
The question burning in my mind
Is “how can I use the least amount of words to say this?”
And keep my thoughts too far away for them to find
They can’t be allowed to see me weak
I can’t let them know I’m really human
Can’t they see that I don’t want to speak
I just want to be alone so they will stop trying to look in
They say that I’m withdrawn
And they don’t know what to do
But I’m already too far gone
I’ve run away with you
Wow. I’ve felt that way so many times
An outcry from a frustrated and annoyed introvert? :p sometimes I feel as a hermit that is made to be in the center of attention giving a speech. As if people don’t know how to deal with people that arent like them. Or even know that I just want to be left alone sometimes lol.
True. Sometimes I think aliens among us would go unnoticed yet I’m the weird one 😛
Or maybe I’m an alien
I love your poetry about the city. I think one of the reasons I love the city is that I feel like no one has anything to say about me. I feel I can disappear and go unnoticed, but can still go about my business. That leaves more time for a clearer head. I love to be in a city where I know no one knows me. 🙂
I don’t think there is a city big enough to leave me as alone as I want to be some days lol. Thank you
The first cut is the deepest and they use staples now, sometimes. That is a truly beautiful poem
The first cut is the deepest indeed. Some wounds are hard to close with any tool. Thank you
Very eloquent.
Thank you very much, vanitymask 🙂
i kinda hate needles and sutures. yes they use staples now but most time its the needle and the hand behind which does the magical healing art. keeping that rant aside and coming back to poetic earth, i see images of an operation theater in the past when there was no anesthesia, they used to do surgeries while the patient endured it all raw. i feel the pain of that heart being sutured and i hope that wish it would one day mend would become true.
Ah, to mend…perhaps one day