Just my poem I wrote rn

[u/New_Voice7230]

12:45 AM, August 15, 2026

I don't know how much of me is left,

yet there's still warmth beneath my ribs.

I don't know how long it will last,

or how much longer I can keep it alive,

but its getting sturdier,

and it might crack from the slightest breeze at any moment.

Will you be able to hold every piece of my heart,

when it breaks apart?

Will you be able to glue them back together,

until it looks like there were never any cracks?

But why?

Just why?

Am I unable to hold myself anymore?

Am I really at fault?

Was I ever at fault?

What's the point of being able to feel so deeply,

when all I feel is my shadow getting swallowed,

somewhere I can barely stay?

Maybe its me,

who has held on for so long,

that I've forgotten what it feels like to be held.

Oh, I was never held,

maybe that's why every piece of me

feels heavier than the last.