They told me that time would heal the wounds,
But they couldn’t have been more wrong.
No matter how many years pass,
Time does not heal.
Time buries baggage until you forget,
Yet the pain persists to exist.
You must pick up the fragments
Of your broken past.
Piece by piece,
You must learn to love yourself.
I promise,
No matter how many years pass,
There will always be time to heal.
I’ve kept every card I’ve ever received
For as long as I can remember
People fade in and out of your life
Eventually lost in the past, forgotten
I read their letters after sunset
“Why didn’t you ask for help?”
When I didn’t write for weeks
I was asking for help
When I stopped smiling
When I stopped laughing
When happiness became fake
I still hear their words in my head
Constantly reminding me
Of his brutal honesty
“If you wanna starve yourself, go ahead,”
“All my friends say you’re too ugly for me.”
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