i awake alone at night screaming in the darkness
I hold myself close
telling my self that it will soon be better
I cry and sob because of the pain and fear
the pain of a loss…and the fear of more pain.
They tell me “you’ll be fine”, “time heals all wounds”
little do they know…that is far from the truth.
Time does not heal all wounds
because we are left with scars
those scars never heal and often become new wounds.
So don’t tell me things will be okay
that all my pain will subside …that the fear is only in my head.
Don’t tell me that, because i will prove you wrong
I love your poetry… as raw and open as it is. I hate when people tell me things will be better, I don’t believe it.
Thank you…poetry is one of my passions. Yeah I don’t believe it either. They think that they are helping but they just don’t know how to, so they just say things will get better.
I like your poem and agree with hating when people tell you it’s gonna be alright. I usually get the ” just stop it’s as easy as that” when truthfully it’s not that easy to ” just stop”