I still uncover shards of him Splintered glass buried deep within I scratch the scabs just on the surface Nails digging with a purpose Some dark thoughts go undetected These cuts run deep and feel infected Weighted shrapnel riddles me But I know I'm loved, I know I'm free Some things just put me in that place Where I thought things would never change Where guilt would drip from every word And spite was the dagger meant to hurt The ground alight with coals and ash Where I held my breath as I slipped past Clutching nothing but insincere apologies I learned to feed his selfish greed So when there's pressure on old scars I'm sorry if I flinch too hard And when the alcohol burns against my skin Please hold me tight as it sinks in
healing means facing each little thing that hurt you