Hands I Never Held

[Magpie]

Hi Alex, nice poem stylistically, I like the imagery you use. The line breaks you use sometimes seem awkward and I think that sometimes your need to stick to some kind of matching syllable count hinders this. I wrote the amount of syllables at the beginning of each line in the first few stanzas to see if there was a pattern. But I'm not really seeing a strict one that needs to be held throughout the poem

*TW - Slight reverences to; Self-harm, Addiction* - typo, references (although i like the idea of reverence to...) 

8 I chased a light, through the broken
7 Skies, full of my darkest shades
8 My wrists, a map of that which I
7 Lost, mistakes emptily made

This stanza for example could be written as
I chased a light, through broken skies
full of my darkest shades.
My wrists a map of which I lost,
mistakes emptily made.

It's still definitely your stanza just with different line breaks and punctuation. I really like the line of wrists being a map, it's a striking image.
I think that punctuation would help a lot in your poem. Also, the capitalisation of each line can be a bit distracting from a smooth read.

7 Each path taken, draped with fog
8 Blurring the lines I never drew
7 Between who I hoped to be
8 And the girl, whom I never knew

9 Standing there, love, like an open door
9 While I was occupied, chasing highs
9 Too busy nursing, numbing my pain
9 To see the intentions in her eyes

8 I burnt down all her bridges, thought
8 It would finally set me free
8 That freedom, just a barrier
8 Keeping her far away from me

8 I longed for love, or so I thought
8 Though, what I craved was much, much more
8 Anything to fill this void, in
8 Me, where false promises fell short

9 Depression held my trembling hands, the
8 Puppet master, pulling my strings
8 Each time she called my name, I was
8 Busy, with self-destructive things

Too hollow when she reached for me
Too numb to feel that she was there
Too far down in my own spiral
To know she genuinely cared

Feared getting hurt, and still do now
I might break before I heal, if
I keep pushing any love away
My heart will be forever sealed

Although I wished for love's embrace
I chose safety, not risking pain
I am vacant, I am void, yes
This is my fault, I am to blame

Now all that's left, are the ghosts of
Love, it's hands, which I've never known
Traded it all for nothing, now
In the night I shiver, so cold

Just a couple of ideas, more about structure than actual imagery.
Cheers,
Magpie