In time, your wounds turn to scars
No more blood, but memories of the pain
Time does heal all wounds
But the scars are yours to keep.
So if you're reading this, then you are making progress.
I'm proud of you and it will get better, whatever it is.
I promise.
YOU ARE READING
EVERY LAST WORD
PoésieWas I too soft, or was the world too hard on me? -a bunch of poetry I have written over time in accordance with the occurrences of my life.. I hope someone maybe two people find peace in reading what I've written and know you aren't alone and it wi...
