I place a bucket under my heart

To catch the drips of emotion

As I am overflowing

The pain is a constant drip now

And I don't know how to

Stop it leaking through

I patched it up but it always finds a way

Out.

 

I store bottles of thoughts

That I try to recycle

But I am scared that I will drop them

And cut myself on their shards all over again.

And old scars will unheal

And the past will unpeel itself and all i'll be left with is smashed glass and a bucket full of hurt.