Time is known to heal all wounds
And it would— if only it could
Yet these wounds cannot be healed,
With permanent scars they have been sealed.
Locked inside is all the pain,
Which cannot be washed away even by the heaviest,
If only you could feel how much it hurts,
Yet I would not wish that upon even the cursed.
The pain is a dagger which stabs my heart,
And it pricks it every second till it tears apart.
Like a flower whose petals have died,
All I feel is emptiness inside.
Though for you my heart weeps a river of blood,
You are not to be blamed for this flood,
I’m letting you go even though you were never mine, it was my mistake to think this could be just fine.
