wounds
My wounds aren't that easy to see, but they are there.
My wounds cover my body up and down,
Either in scar form or emotionally,
I am a tattered being,
One who has been through so much,
So much heartbreak,
So much pain,
And so much sadness.
Some wounds I have gained from other people
And some wounds I have afflicted myself.
Not in places that can be seen,
It's more in places where they could be easily covered up.
Wounds heal,
But they don't heal all the way,
Wounds have a way of being opened again,
Either from reoccurring events
Or just from...
Being broken.
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𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
PoetryThis is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're readin...
