Change of Heart

Personal (Hope)

Maybe I’m in love with this feeling,
this pain that pierces
through my skin
and punctures my heart.

Though I try to heal the scars,
they turn to scabs
that are permanent etched on me.

I can blame everyone else,
but I know I do this to myself.

I’m destroying my own life,
killing myself slowly
by drinking in this bitter poison.

So I put down the bottle,
and bandage
these self-inflicted injuries.

I can carry my wounds
like a display of my weaknesses
or as a banner of
what I have overcome.

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Inspired by: "Iodine" by Icon for Hire

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