How can we heal these wounds?

I can't soak myself in vinegar any longer,
My skin has pruned.

I can't swallow any more honey,
It's too sweet for me.

I've swallowed lemon and salt,
I've scrubbed with eucalyptus,
I've burned my sheets and cut my hair
so that my sadness wouldn't spread.

I've combed the tears out of my hair,
I've sat in baths of ice and drank cups of boiling water
I've walked in the woods to clear my mind
so that I could heal

I don't know what your intention is,
coming back into my life all of a sudden

But I know these wounds haven't healed
and I don't know if they ever will
after you left me.

If you are going to return, just please don't open up my stitches- I may not have healed but I won't be able to be put back together if you leave me *again like you did.