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Liz Carlson Mar 2018
those dreaded words slip off my lips again,
oh why does this keep happening?
i open up my heart just to feel more pain,
by now this wound is far too deep.

"i love you",
i say a million times,
"i'll see you soon",
i hope it's not a lie,
"goodbye",
i say with deep agony.

our final words,
lets make them count.
our final breaths,
let's not waste them.

goodbye, my friend.
Jessie Schwartz Feb 2018
Open up the Wound…by Jessie 7/05


Time has healed the wound
The scar thick and numb

News came today
Picking at the wound

Tearing at the flesh
Until the bloods released

Memories close at hand
Feelings unappeased

Am I still attached?
By this single thread

Is his blood half mine?
Have I been, deceived?

Do I want to know?
Was everything a lie?

Open up the wound
Memories will not die
Nisa Feb 2018
he carved her name across his skin

and burried deep inside his heart

everytime her name slipped out of

a tongue

the wound stings

like a freshly slitted wrist.
Calvin Watson Feb 2018
They say that time will heal all wounds
But mine seem to only grow deeper
I swear......
Linnea Feb 2018
Today is one of those days
Where my insecurities pile up
Like fallen wilted leaves.
It happens seamlessly, silently
But right before my eyes
Like the change of seasons
Outside the window.
Why must loneliness embrace me
Like whirling autumn winds?
And why does darkness come
To tear my sutured wounds apart?
Heal me, colours, songs and light
So I'll be ready to carry on
Through the frostbitten night.
Lyn-Purcell Jan 2018
The hand of compassion
can heal many
wounds.
Kindness and love can go a long way...
Dess Ander Jan 2018
Cloth fibres are difficult to remove from an open wound
Trying to extricate you from my heart and mind is just as hard
AD Snail Jan 2018
Promise to kiss it all better,
Make all the boo-boo's stop aching,
Allowing me forget about the pain.

Kiss the pain that is caged in my heart,
Tell it to leave me alone,
And seal the spell with a kiss.

You promised me that it will be all better,
So allowed you to heal my wounds with a kiss.

A shame though that its not real magic;
It will never heal the broken pieces of my heart,
It simply makes my heart ache even more,
And I am left with craving for more.

Kiss it better dear, I trust you with my life.
a daydreamer Jan 2018
I THINK MY MAMA knows that I am suffering. I play dolls with my old self and she catches me dripping blood.

I THINK MY MAMA knows that I am suffering. I sing songs of death with the ghosts in my bathroom and she can hear through aluminium door.

I THINK MY MAMA knows that I am suffering. I sit on the edge of my bedroom and whispered to my best friend, but she only watches and eyes glint of sorrow.

I THINK MY MAMA knows that I am suffering. But she keeps quiet and cooks for my meal.

I THINK MY MAMA is afraid of me and my ghosts. She doesn't want to talk about my sorrow and pain, afraid that my blood will splash her long white dress.
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