healing

healing is like an open wound,
it hurts like hell,
as all the mess is pouring out,
seeming like it would never stop,
after time you think you are healing,
but the scab of hurt gets ripped off,
faster than you expected,
the mess starts again,
you try and recover,
ready for the next remembrance,
you form this portectie shell,
shielding yourself form anything
that may cause you pain,
the scab is the only thing keeping
you from falling apart,
only a protective layer,
you begin to heal
but there is this itch reminding
you of the pain you suffered,
soon after you are left with this
permeant scar,
the protective layer peeled off,
exposing you to all the pain,
the scar reminds you everyday
of the tears you shed,
the pain of hurt,
and the lasting memory
of the time someone left
a mark on your heart......