The End- Formally Brave Poetry Collection 10/10

My skin, it holds me together

Some days, anyways.

It stops your words.

For the most part, anyways.

It protects my emotions,

A little bit, anyways.

It hides my truths,

Not just sometimes. Always.

Years spent, ripping me apart.

Choking me, these days.

Until all that’s left, a broken heart.

Threatening me, most days.

Under the layers, a childless mother.

Teaching me new ways.

An ugly addiction, a deep scar, left forever.

Strengthening me in some ways.

I pulled myself up, now made faceless.

Leaving behind my past days.

A monster made of anxiety.

It is me and adds more days.


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