Jan 2019
1 hour
Had passed and all I felt was pain.
The realisation had not yet removed the stain.
1 day
Had passed and I felt free.
Nothing could stop me from being me.
1 week
Had passed and you tried getting me back.
The slashes, cuts, and words could never draw me back.
1 month
Had passed and I felt more pain.
The scars you left were never going away.
1 year
Had passed and I could never forget
The day I told you the end.
Almost 2 years
Have passed and now I think
Maybe you moved on and I'm still wearing pink.
Had passed and all I felt was pain.
The realisation had not yet removed the stain.
1 day
Had passed and I felt free.
Nothing could stop me from being me.
1 week
Had passed and you tried getting me back.
The slashes, cuts, and words could never draw me back.
1 month
Had passed and I felt more pain.
The scars you left were never going away.
1 year
Had passed and I could never forget
The day I told you the end.
Almost 2 years
Have passed and now I think
Maybe you moved on and I'm still wearing pink.
This poem was written when the past came back like they had moved on. It made me realise that I was still holding on to the pain like a sick puppy, even when i thought i had moved on.
Wearing pink to me represents the pretty scars and pain, like the pink looks nice but the colour never quite looks good on many. It's the holding on.
Wearing pink to me represents the pretty scars and pain, like the pink looks nice but the colour never quite looks good on many. It's the holding on.
