Fix Me

Angry shards of shattered glass

Stabbed in my brain.

I am bleeding out my eyeballs.

When will these crimson tears

Cease to flow?

When will I be fixed?

...Will I be fixed?

Who would perform the surgery

To remove my broken bits?

Who would stitch me back together,

Heal my scars and kiss it better?

No one deserves this mess that is me.

Can you even heal scars that deep?

Don't waste your life

Saving mine.

I'll do it myself-

A botched job that won't heal right.

That's all I was meant to be.

Reviews

[Gaia Octavia]

Very powerful. I too am dealing with the mess of what is left after sexual abuse and other childhood trauma. And like you, I also use poetry to vomit out the poisoned thoughts that play in my head. I can't tell you it'll get better or that you will overcome the horrible prison of PTSD, but what I can tell you is that you are not alone and no matter how useless it may seem at times, writing it out can be a balm to the soul. Well done ☺

[Skylah Ginette]

Thank you very much. This poem was from 2 years ago, during one of my lowest points in life. Things have been looking up a lot for me lately though, I hope they are for you too! And I am at least thankful that in the down times we have writing

[Gaia Octavia]

I am glad to hear it. Things are slowly but surely looking up for me as well :-)

[Alias]

This is just so incredibly powerful. I'm in awe, you have put into to words what so many cannot articulate, this poem is not just raw and heartfelt, it's so important too. Please keep writing, and keep healing xx

[Skylah Ginette]

Thank you so much for your kind words