How Can I Repair?
How am I supposed to say
the words that take my breath away?
What's it supposed to heal something?
I don't give a fuck,
there's no healing.
How am I supposed to think when it burns like a cancer?
Please just let me be and I might find an answer.
Don't hold my hand but be there for me.
Time is everything.
The memory still holds a sting.
It's far too fucking haunting.