Crushed Dreams

I've seen you
When you sweep crushed dreams
under your sheets
Pretending
That nothing needs patching
And my mother used to stitch
my torn clothes
Started mending
my sliced thighs instead

While I have been trying,
for years,
to heal the holes inside of me
Backlashing over and over
and over again
Always rising once more
to give it another try
I've grown tired
of residing here

I'm afraid of finding myself
Sometime in the future
Hiding my scattered dreams
Just like you
Even to have forgotten
That I've swept them away