Sew What?

Tattered Thoughts, Brought Together.

There is no string to mend a broken heart,
No way to travel backwards, to begin at the start.
The memories remain, trapped at the top,
With emotions still rising, and a heart set to drop.

Oh my stitches come loose, as my chest starts expanding,
The repairs will be costly, and very demanding.
I need this attention, this love that I craved,
To hold me together, to render me saved.

I feel torn apart, though my limbs stay intact,
These blows I have suffered leave an internal impact.
I long for the short end, and wish for a finish,
So just patch me up, and let reality diminish.