The ashes of my remains [Poetry]

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They say time heals wounds
But time has only reopened mine
It's poured liquid to the gaping wound,
Wrenched at my soul
It tears me to shreds like I'm some kind of paper weight
Old wounds are meant to heal and be forgotten
But mine hold me down towards the bottom
They capture me, I'm stuck to its unease
Begging to be spared but I know no good ever comes from that.
-s