You say time heals all wounds
But flesh gets infected
Bacteria festers
Multiplies with every passing minute

I suppose things get worse
Before they can get better

Eventually the bacteria will die
Your blood will clot
Skin closing up
Leaving nothing but a scar
To remind you of the pain
Every time you get too close to love again

So yes, time heals all wounds
But at what cost?

as a child, my parents’ comforting
words washed over me like
wave of the ocean, soothing
the wounds left by harsh,
immature names, and i marvelled
at the difference mere words
could make and how they
could change a life

as a teen, my parents’ grating
criticism and unthoughtful words
about the mistakes i make and
the grades i bring home
rub me the wrong way
like dry sand between my toes,
and i try to be the bigger person, i try
to walk away, but with every step
the blisters fester, and soon enough
the wound is too large
to be healed anymore

everyone has a wound
visible or not
****** or not
whether you care or not

a few dots on her arm
and a scratch right on your head
coldness where i'm supposed to feel warm
where my tears are shed

where no one can sense the harm
except me, through the dark shining red
me being the only one i can alarm
to you, always being misled

Paper thin slits
On my pale skin
Blood glistening
A deep crimson

Sets the shame free
Cools the anger
But I still hate
This part of me

Blades press deeper
For each mistake
The searing pain
I cannot hide

This punishment
I deserve it
So my mind says
Repeatedly

It’s really been so quiet.
Can I hear your voice?
I’m tired of being strong,
wish I had another choice.

It’s really been so dark.
Can I feel your light?
I’m tired of being fine,
wish you were still mine.

It’s really been so awful.
Can you heal my wounds?
I’m tired of being alone.
Wish I could move on.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj

I was there when he broke your heart,
Like a savage,tore it into tiny parts,
A bit here, a bit there,
Scattered into shards everywhere.
I saw you  bleeding with sorrow,
As if there was no tomorrow.
I am sorry I could not help you heal your wounds,
For I  had not come around,
I  too, was bleeding,
In pain writhing,
He had left me too,
In pieces I am still unable to sew.

I hear the cry in your eyes
I feel your longing for peace

Am I as helpless as I fear you think I am?
If three syllables could move this mountain,

I’d scream it out loud,
mending our wounds,

Yours a worried soul,
Mine a unsettled heart.


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