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Gabby Jan 2019
Whoever told you time heals wounds, they were lying. Time doesn't heal wounds. Time just adds things to them. Covering them up. They are still there. The wounds remain no matter how many distractions Time adds. No matter how many things Time has piled over a wound it can take only one thing for all those coverups to dissipate. Time only distracts you from your wounds. You must heal your wounds. Because in the end there is only you. Time can’t heal you. You have to heal yourself
memoona kazmi Mar 2019
and if you can't be a cure,
you have no rights to unleash my wounds........
Myrrdin Mar 2019
Maybe I needed you to walk into my healing
In order for me to let you walk out of my wounds
Luna Wrenn Mar 2019
a needle
a spool of thread
you offered to sew me back together
you helped take the stitches out
of the wounds you made
Lynnia Feb 2019
If only my words were worth more, I wouldn’t bleed
A little good company, that’s all I need
Pick up the Word and I make it my creed
But it wasn’t my script I was supposed to heed
I’m trying to move on, find a person, find a friend
Not someone who would run, but who would stick it to the end
I swear I’ll just break if I keep trying to bend
I still don’t know if I’m truly on the mend
Then, I guess I’ll just tend my wounds
Speak to the truth, I ain’t looking for a golden boon
Ask for my name, everyone’s like, “Lynni who?”
I’m learning while I’m yearning for a talking-to, that’s the truth
inreticence Feb 2019
There is something
more painful
than a heartbreak.

Something that hurts
even when the wounds
have already closed.

Regrets.
They last longer
than forever.
Luna Maria Feb 2019
what if
the wounds won't heal?
what if
my heart keeps aching
so bad?
what if
my tears won't stop
flowing?

what if
I just give up?
I want to escape the pain so much.
Hunger Feb 2019
Re-Living the dreaded scars,
While my friends slowly rot behind bars,
My mistakes that i have made,
I asked they be spared but God forbade,
He was carried of to Alcatraz,
While i sit here with scars on my wrist listening to jazz,
The crimes i commit,
The death i emmit,
I am sorry my dear friend for leaving you behind,
Your grave to me will always remind,
That day i looked back and saw nothing but blood,
As it flowed it looked like a flood,
Sorry for what happened but at least one of us are free,
And i promise from now on i'll be the best i can be.
Sorry I let You Die
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