table of contents :
| ¹ Notebook pages - the scrapped poem
| ² Time Heals - the poem in question
| ³ End speech - some backstory
♡
the unedited original pages of my notebook :
♡
"Time heals", everyone says
"Everything will get better eventually"
...
First things happen
you feel the consequences
you just feel
and you wait for it to get better
then you grow numb,
you acknowledge the problem,
you know you’re not okay
you feel it in your bones, your flesh
the pain is everywhere
all around you, in you
poisoning your heart and brain
you feel so much you forget how to feel
the pain becomes a part of you
so engraved into your side
that it becomes normal to you
but to everyone around you
its cancer
something to get rid of
to throw away before it festers
...
you acknowledge the problem,
know you’re not okay
but now you can’t feel properly
because even if you don’t feel it
the pain is still there
and the tears threaten to spill
but time doesn’t heal
like everyone says
you’ll learn to feel again
you’ll learn to deal with the pain
but time doesn’t heal something
that’s a part of you
you just learn to embrace it,
live with it,
and then it turns into the medicine
that makes it bearable
♡
I found this old notebook of mine from 1-2 years back when I was going through a really rough patch. i wrote a lot of text around then
back then i hated these writings so bad, i literally closed the book and never opened it again unless to write. i never read what i had written afterwards
(thats also why a lot of these texts might not make sense, i was frantically trying to get my thoughts onto the page so its sort of all over the place)
today i got the courage to open it and actually read all of these for the first time, so here's the first one
i might post these from time to time and then by the end of it make a wiki for all of these, like "A book of Scrapped Poems" ;P
Comment