forgetfulness, too many
human beings have
died for this time,
Before I met her
My soul was organized
Now when I turn my eyes inward
Everything is out of place
And I can no longer help myself
Time doesn't heal.
And the wound knows it.
Layers gather on the ****
but the damage remains,
hiding itself deep inside
the secret scar
time healing wound layers damage hidden secret scar
love can start as a small thing
it's so quiet you can pretend you don't hear it
but it gets loud
and you can't ignore it anymore
TW: Self Harm
If I’m willing
What’s so wrong?
If I want to watch myself bleed
Why shouldn’t I?
If it offers relief
If it’s satisfying
If it eases the never-ending agony
Why shouldn’t I slit my wrists?
Maybe someone at suicide prevention will explain it to me
I regret all that time I was so close to you yet never walked your way.
I regret not showing my love for you
But, mama you know, I loved you the most
I regret the blessings I didn't thank you for
Now you have gone but one day I will see you up there
Until then, wait a little more for me
I love you grandma.