I look inside of me and I am greeted by a wound.
A gaping wound that refuses to be healed.
I realize that covering it up won't heal it, but I try anyway.
I place a band-aid on it.
I have had this wound for a while now - ever since you left.
Every day I wait, desperately hoping that a scab, and eventually scar, will form.
Finally a thin layer appears.
And I feel strong.
I feel as if I am finally healing, as if the pain will finally
But then, as soon I start to recover, I stumble, I fall.
And the wound opens up; fresh and bleeding.
How much longer will this last?
I can't stay strong forever.
I reach for another band-aid.
However, as soon as I apply it, the edges start to peel.