When Tomorrow Comes
When you’re here,
It’s the same as when
You’re gone…always.
I’ve tried to keep myself together,
I’m sorry, I fell apart again.
You’re stuck talking to the pieces…
Again.
I was hurt and I’m just as lost
As before, when my thoughts
First turned to self-destruction.
I’m caged and headed for hell,
I promise not to drag you down too.
Here’s to my unfinished thoughts,
My painful truths and hurtful lies.
Here’s to eloquently cloaked demons.
Here is to learning that scars are
Meant to be reopened
Over years I have hated more than loved,
Feared more than trusted,
Every last emotion I’ve been forced
To feel;
Can’t be shoved down again.
I’ll say it one last time,
I can’t say I’ll be here when
Tomorrow comes around.
~Kaitlin Platti~
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