A Poem by Thisismythearpy

Gathering up the pieces of our broken selves trying to fight to keep on going. Just something from the phone notes since I don't really write anymore.


We gather up broken pieces of ourselves 

To face what broke us 

However it is so hard to face anything 

When there are pieces still missing 

It is even harder

When your broken pieces have nothing holding them together

However we still try to fight

© 2017 Thisismythearpy

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Wow, I really liked this poem. It reflects the broken feeling so many humans have inside of us. Sometimes I wonder why we keep fighting, why we were ‘programmed’ with the ability to forget even the most severe pain. Then I think that maybe we forget brokenness and pain so we can hope for wholeness and happiness. Your poem was beautiful and I hope to read more from you.

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Added on August 12, 2017
Last Updated on August 12, 2017
Tags: depression, mental illness, mental health, sadness



Kingston, TN

Hello, my name is Chris. I just post the stuff I wrote in my notebook when I ran away home a little while ago when trying to run away from depression, ptsd, and what all caused it all. I'm dead inside.. more..