Some sad words I wrote about a girl

"Headache free; stress relief"
But things aren't as they always seem

What is there left to believe?
These terrible dreams,
of hammers to my teeth?

Once so strong, now so weak
Her blinding gaze loosens my seams
And stitching once so pristine,
fails again, with innards set free.

A lonely man left to bleed,
says:
"Please, just take my hand and stay with me."

*Edit: Fixed the formatting.