I stitched my days with broken thread,
Each knot a choice, each line misread,
And now I wear this tattered skin—
A map of where I’ve failed within.
I didn’t mean to fall so far,
To turn soft light into a scar,
But hands once sure can slip, can shake—
And hearts can break what they can’t make.
I try to speak, but silence wins,
Regret is loud beneath my skin.
It whispers through my every move,
A shadow I can’t disapprove.
They say that time will dull the blade,
But some mistakes refuse to fade.
They linger like a bitter song,
A chorus where I don’t belong.
And all I want is just to be
Someone unshackled, someone free—
To wake and feel the weight is gone,
To breathe and know I still belong.
But nights are long and thoughts are sharp,
And memories strike like strings from harps—
Too sweet to leave, too sad to bear,
A haunting tune of “what’s not there.”
If I could trade this heavy soul,
Undo the cracks, make myself whole,
I’d give up all I’ve yet to gain
To simply feel okay again.
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