Long and deep, covered with new skin,
I showed it off, “Look it’s just an old wound. It’s almost healed.”
Ready to go on, free from the past,
I can breathe! I am better!
And then you ripped it open – once again.
Flesh torn apart, blood running down my body,
The scar is gone. I am wounded again.
Crying for 2 days, regretting the past,
Feeling old feelings, Unable to move on.
It’s just an old wound.