I thought by now
I'd be fine
But at times
You creep into
the crevices of my mind
Slowly seeping in
and deepening wounds
You once had stitched

I am in a state
Of feeling inferior
And your false promises
Echo in my brain
They whisper
That I'll never be the same

the worst part is
I sit patiently waiting
for someone to stitch me up again
While my conscience
Trys to protect me