Time Forgot to Heal the Wounds

 I have listened in utter despair as they tried to console and comfort me

They say that time heals all wounds; it levels, it settles

How can time heal wounds that we anticipate before they even happen?

I have listened to people try to remain optimistic while walls crumble

Walls crumble around me and I can feel them closing in, breaking me

Yet the world expects me to put on a fight and hold on a bit more

We were taught to believe that there is a reason for every little thing

These little things that knock us off our feet might be blessings in disguise

I have learned from my utter despair that the script is far from perfect

I have learned that even angels falter at the sight of mere temptations

Don’t forget I am only human; imperfect, broken, and unhinged

So when the stars shine brighter on the world, they dull my sparkle

Maybe I am barely human, barely living, merely existing, and just surviving

Maybe I should take comfort in the infamous quote; time heals all wounds

But how can it heal wounds that sprout from every single decision I make?

How can it heal wounds that hurt so bad I can barely breathe?

How can time heal the wounds that the heavens want to use to teach others?

How can it heal wounds that only she can work around to make me whole again?