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Gabby Jan 2019
With hope that runs deeper than the darkest ravine,
I had hope in you.
Hope that you wouldn't leave me to rot like all the others.
Hope that maybe one day,
When the sun has collapsed,
That you would still be there beside me.
I was wrong,
To have that hope.
That walls of the ravine fell.
Shedding light on you.
And the day that the sun collapsed came,
but you were nowhere to be seen.
So I wallow in this darkness that the sun had brought
in this wall-less ravine.
Wishing the walls never came down.
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
Gabby Jul 2019
You can’t tell me how I feel. You aren’t under my flesh. You can't tell me what to think. You aren’t inside my head. You can’t speak for me. You aren’t my lips or tongue.

— The End —