I am not in my right state of mind. I miss her so much. Today I went scrolling and ended up back at her profile. She unfriended me. And even though I lost her 3 months ago, the wound is still fresh. Why do I do this to myself? Why? When I reopen one wound, I reopen all the other ones. In then I'm left with a bad sting. One that no salve, no bandage can make better. Words can't explain how painful it is undoing wounds one by one. And there's absolutely nothing I can do about it....
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Poems of the fragile heart
PoetryMy heart bleeds and it fills my pen with ink, and my soul is the paper