Not enough

Every night, I have to pick myself up. I'm left in my room trying to find whatever joy. Please!!! Someone but me back together like you would do a toy. I'm gasping on the floor, for any air I desperately aquire. Searching for anything to re-ignite, my dying fire. There is only one thing I know, I don't know how to find a way to repair my broken soul.

Reviews

[April Blue]

I love the words and even though it's a poem of brokenness, I am in awe of the message and how the it all comes together..

[Kilaw13]

Thank you. I appreciate it.