Healing.
Years have passed since you laid your hands on me.
and to this day I'm still healing.
I'm still not at my best.
I'm still not beautiful enough for my sweet.
I long to hurt myself from the nightmares and fear you had left me with.
so yes, I am still healing from the countless wounds and bruises you left.
YOU ARE READING
Hopeless Reality
PoetryHere's a little reminder of the things that mean most to you, in case you forgot. My deepest thoughts spewed into this book. A book dedicated to my future self. Thank you for listening.
