It was six weeks ago
I tumbled to the ground
as people stormed in
just in time to see
me fading before their eyes
But I did something
I never expected
I lived
And sometimes
I still wake up
sweating and crying
with that hollow feeling
in my chest
But it lessens
every day
They say I can go home
and when they say this
I am happy
happy to be back in my bedroom
happy to see my mother, who is finally getting help too
And I can't help but hope
maybe someday
all this sadness
will be replaced by something beautiful
Actually, I think it's starting to
I know he's gone
and I know
he's never coming back
I've cried hurricanes
over that
But I think
the rain
might be clearing
YOU ARE READING
From Inside The Cracks
PoetryShe was hurting. Hurting so much she began breaking, cracks forming across her body. She was going to shatter. **Possibly triggering content**
