I know we’ll hurt forever

Knowing what we have done

How could we do it?

Why?

I feel like this is something that I can’t recover from

I feel it stains my heart

I know in a year

When it seems okay again

When everything seems normal

When it’s quiet

I’ll 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