They say time heal all wounds
And though that may be true
For the majority of scenarios
It’s not an irrefutable fact
For our childhood scratches
May be a fleeting kind of pain
Yet there are some scars that life
Engraves deep within our soul
Like a bullet whose trajectory
Missed my heart by a few inches
But hit a far more damaging target
My very last bit of innocence
Now, when I look into the mirror
Every broken bone lost its meaning
And the echoes of who I once was
Are all that remains to be seen
This is a poem my friend Mariya wanted to have written, but couldn't do it 'cause she's too busy saving the world.