There is a wound that would never heal.
It’s infected
It burns.
It drains life out of people.
And starts drawing other things near them.
Barely alive and breathing.
Finding reason to keep alive, while consuming hate and anger beyond reason.
There is a wound that would never heal.
By happiness that she faked out.
By forgiveness she seeks desperately.
She never knows how she wounds other in the process.
She uses disadvantages as the most powerful weapon.
But we can care less.
It is her words against her.
There is nothing in the world that can heal an infectious wound.
Me.
Him.
You.
And if the end was near, and tomorrow will be another day, may the sins be forgiven.
Then let’s toast to another dawn.