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
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.