I feel like I’m falling apart at the seams

Who am I kidding, I know I’m falling apart at the seams

I never took sewing class in high school

Ironic, isn’t it

I try to think of different distractions

Going for a walk

Writing in my journal

Having a scalding hot shower just to have some alone time where I can cry

How long do I wait before I can just let all the stuffing fall out

What am I supposed to do when I never took sewing class

I never learned the skills needed to put myself back together

I was never taught the steps necessary to help myself

So, here I am

Simply falling apart at the seams