Wounded

Time heals wounds

is what they say.

Maybe time is what you need for a broken bone

or a pulled muscle

or even just a small paper cut.

But the kind of wounds I have seem to have no cure

Time doesn’t heal my wounds.

Time simply teaches me how to cope with them

and eventually

they barely hurt at all.

There are the good days

and the bad.

The days when it’s impossible to get out of the bed

and the days when it’s not so hard to put a smile on my face

but don’t tell me that time will fix me.

I’m not broken

I’m just wounded

and maybe I will never fully heal

but I think that my wounds

even though some of them are deep and painful with an ugly scar

are the things keeping me from shattering completely.

Yes they hurt

but they remind me

that I’m still alive.