it never healed.
i thought i lost it,
when my days felt lighter,
my laughter louder,
my smile—real, for once.
but at night,
my mind gets loud, and the world goes quiet,
my heart swells, too big, i can’t breathe,
the wind brings everything back, and my bones remember,
and i realize
the pain is still here,
the wound still open,
my hands
still red.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
it never healed.
i thought i lost it,
when my days felt lighter,
my laughter louder,
my smile—real, for once.
but at night,
my mind gets loud, and the world goes quiet,
my heart swells, too big, i can’t breathe,
the wind brings everything back, and my bones remember,
and i realize
the pain is still here,
the wound still open,
my hands
still red.
