Open Wounds

Open Wounds 

Open wounds, oozing puss and blood that no one can see, open wounds on top of scars from the past... 

Invisible to the eye, these festering open wounds are mine alone to bear, infected by the shit they are caked in everyday... 

These open wounds caused by those who couldn’t appreciate me, what I had to offer, the ones that never wanted us to last... 

Each cut deeper than the last, turning into putrid open wounds, infected by the lies and half-truths, with every word they say! 

 

Open wounds caused by those that claimed to love me, using me to feed their egos... 

Loving that I make them feel like they are God’s gift to the world, making them feel like they are important and the best thing since sliced bread... 

Once they feel better about themselves or someone else catches their eye, poof they be gone like magic, leaving nothing but these open wounds in their wake, I guess that is how it goes... 

You wouldn’t think people could be so cold, but maybe once they ghost me, they pretend that I’m dead! 

 

I'm not so lucky, I can’t forget any of those that have left these open wounds and the scars before that... 

Each one has left a mark that cannot be erased and memories that clearly meant more to me... 

Each open wound, each scar, shaping me into who I am and who I am becoming, so I suppose that’s something I can’t be mad at... 

They are all forever a part of me, of who I am, I can’t forget them, and I can’t let go, that is who I am and the way I will always be! 

 

-Angela Stull,