Yeah I am pretty sure Taylor swift summed up my last few months with that one sentence. I spent a great deal of my life band-aiding my issues. With food, with alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, pretty much anything i could to temporarily stop the bleeding. But like most wounds, they just couldn’t heal properly because they didn’t have time. Just when i thought they stood a chance, the pain would start, the itching, the sting, and before i knew it, the wound would find a way to open once again. The cycle would continue.
This past year I have learned a great deal about those wounds. I learned that no matter how much i wanted them to heal, there are some wounds that will only heal when treated and left alone.
One cannot heal when they are surrounded by poison. So I walked away. I said good bye. The hardest thing I have done thus far. Because it was done for my own survival. For me. Only me.
I wish I could say my memories of you will be filled with warmness. I wish I could say that we could get through this and see what the years will bring. But I know all to well the pain of the bullets, and its time to put the band aids away and heal for good. I wish you no ill will. I know all too well that you too must have had your fair share of bullet wounds.
My only wish for you is simple.
Wherever you are, I hope you too, can make peace with your own broken pieces.