I always think, the wounds will heal by time.

But turns out, that they just stop hurting, once you look away.

When you realize, they are still there, they start hurting again. Like small knifes punched into your soul.

Knifes, that try to kill you within. I try to stay brave but get weaker with every day that passes, every word that is spoken against me, every tear that falls from my soul and every thought I spend while staring at the stars.

Maybe the wound will heal one day.

Hopefully.