I’ve been fraying at the edges,

Threadbare thoughts and quiet dreads.

I stitch the daylight to my pledges,

Keep the monsters out my head.

They chew through silence, bite through peace,

But I patch the tears with what you leave —

Every smile, a needle thread,

Sews my heart where I once bled.

And I don’t know how I’m still intact,

But every word you give, I give it back.

’Cause I’m a patchwork soul, holding on by seams,

Torn apart by nightmares, mended by your dreams.

When I break, you bind — when I sink, you pull,

You keep me, you keep me whole.

Some days I’m cloth, some days I’m smoke,

Some nights the stitching just lets go.

But you reach out, soft and slow,

And thread your warmth where cold winds blow.

They whisper lies inside my skin,

That kindness can’t fill holes I’m in,

But somehow love still seeps right through,

The fabric learns the shape of you.

And I don’t know how I still believe,

But every hand I hold helps me to weave.

I’m a patchwork soul, sewn from borrowed light,

Tattered by the struggle, glowing through the fight.

When I break, you bind — when I sink, you pull,

You keep me, you keep me whole.

Yeah, I’ve been stitched, ripped, flipped inside out,

Thread count low but the hope still loud.

Every rip’s a story, every scar’s a vow,

I’m learning how to mend, not just melt down.

I’m not brand new, I’m barely fine,

But I’m woven through with borrowed time.

If monsters feed on fear, then fine —

I’ll starve ’em out with every kind line.

Patchwork soul, you can see the seams,

They shimmer when I break, like lucid dreams.

When I tear, I grow — when I hurt, I sew,

You keep me, you keep me whole.

Tear and mend…

Break and bend…

Kindness threads me back again.