you gave me a wound, split me down the middle.
it released all of the toxins. all of my negative emotions. emptying out the evil to make room for the good.
but i sat, empty for months, expecting to be healed. i thought i was a defect because i was still so hollow.
it wasn't until i realized that not only did you give me the wound, but the needle & thread too.
YOU ARE READING
a racing mind
Poetrya collection of poetry, dedicated to the aching hearts who need help finding the words to describe their sorrow, but also words to help you see the best in things. - all poetry written by me unless stated otherwise -
