Self-inflicted Wound

Self inflicted wounds

Yes, a wound in an of itself

But the wound was made by self

That’s worse than a wound from a gun

Heartbreak an misery

Lies and pain

Happiness and sadness

Joy and Sorrow

All of these things can do damage

Sometimes, it’s the love for someone

That can kill your soul

Just as much as the hate

The joy that they bring

Can just as easily ruin you

As them not being there

Then again, that’s the whole thing

They bring you joy

You love them

You offer them your soul

They don’t want it

But you press on…hoping

Waiting on them to “come around”


Won’t that be great?

But you just don’t get it

They’re not

You keep bringing it on yourself

you’re making the wound deeper



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