wounds

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                            I know the wounds aren't fresh,
                             but fresh enough to bleed them again,
                             it's hard to focus on myself,
                                      when I lost my best buddy to a haven
                                falling in delusion to regain,
                                   I still cry for me to be glad,
         
                                why can't I move on?
                               when he did...
                                   a wasteless rush of sorrow,
                                                        makes it hard to be new,                     
                            to be the person you always wanted me to be.

                             by prerna diwan (@_bleeding_poems_)





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