I know weāll hurt forever
Knowing what we have done
How could we do it?
Why?
I feel like this is something that I canāt recover from
I feel it stains my heart
I know in a year
When it seems okay again
When everything seems normal
When itās quiet
Iāll be reminded
Of how I stabbed my own heart
Cut it into a thousand pieces.
And though you tried sowing it back together,
The scars are still there
And though they seem to be healthy,
The pain is still there
As if the wounds were still gaping open