When you get a cut
You need to treat it.
And tend to it
Until it heals.

Ignore the fact it exists
And it becomes infected
And begins to spread
until that body part
Needs to be removed.

Ive left my wounds untreated
Far too long.
Now look at me.
Im a living zombie.
With a few bandages on me.

My body.
My mind.
My soul.
Permanently scarred
Because of these wounds.

But as long as i get treatment
These scars will be a reminder
Never to cut myself again.
Never to make the same mistake twice.

But they need to heal first.
So lets treat
These wounds.

Can I just know im not being used?

Can you grant me the satisfaction for my mind that im not wasting my time?

Can I please have the feeling that im not still in your life for the benefits that are reaped through me?

I just want to know if you still care.

And if you do care, is it enough to try again?

They say time heals all wounds but i feel mine growing as time goes by because im left with questions unanswered.

Can we just be on the same page for once in this struggle?

Can my mind just shut its ******* mouth with the anxiety and fear it feeds to me?

Thoughts that you say you need space to heal but in reality its because you dont want to deal with any of this.

You dont want to deal with me.

Can i be treated like a human and not a waste of time?

Can i be seen as a human and not old memories?

Can my mind be put at ease? For these questions unanswered are starting to eat me alive.

Can these questions be answered, please.

Stop making me believe theres a chance to live a happy life again.

Stop feeding me some false hope that you'll come back some day.

If youre doing this as some sick punishment to break me down

You win.

I quit