pieces of my heart
and
tainted puzzles
of memories
stare me in the face.
they give to me the guilt
that was once
supposed to be
erased.
it seeps and boils in my stomach,
this feeling of
never being good enough.
it's killing me,
but of course it's all on
the inside,
because i'd rather die
than let you
see
the horrible train wreck
that is me.
