seams are sutures that keep things together
They keep the truth of realities unspoken
They keep things together when they are at their worst
where was this when I was growing up,
when my family was torn apart?
loosing my family my friends
having a daughter and loosing her and the love of my life
as well
My life is no longer my life but a nightmarish reality of
my worst fears coming to life
And the depression keeping from being all I should be
But nobody wants to except that I'm person I want to be
I'm exhausted with this
I'm exhausted with what my life has become
When did my nightmares and my life become one
My life is falling apart at the seams
I try and sew them back together over and over but they never stay
I sew and sew and sew but no matter how much I sew or thread is around it
They bust apart as if the others existence is repulsive in such a nature
My life is falling apart at the seams
But right now I can't seem to keep myself together
