They say if you don’t heal what hurt you
you’ll bleed on people who didn’t cut you
They don’t tell you that you’ll bring the storm with you everywhere you go
even if they have already been fighting to contain their floods
how your lack of emotion and drive has expanded droughts, past any chance of recovery
That your state of denial blinds you from the fact that this game you keep playing has ended as soon as you tried to make the first move
They say if you don’t heal what hurts you
you’ll bleed on those who didn’t cut you
that only time can heal
They don’t tell you band-aids don’t heal incisions,
that gaze doesn’t stop the crying
that pain killers aren’t the Mr. Clean magic eraser for life
They don’t tell you
how healing is all about what you say, how you act, in your mannerisms
They don’t tell you that moving on is like taking one foot in front of the other in dry cement or getting out of a blizzard on foot
They say if you don’t heal what hurts you
you’ll bleed on those who didn’t cut you, but
never tell you that sometimes all the scares and bruises that those
incisions left behind
seems to be all that you are and
you’ll learn to love that,
handling the before and after on your walls like metal
nobody thought you’d make it this far
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