Time Heals All Wounds…

Surgery, blackout, fall
In and out of consciousness… alone
I remember the sound of the sirens
Under the fucking knife again

Anesthesia takes me on another journey
One hundred stitches to bring me home
Pneumonia follows me, taunts me
Losing my breath for the wrong reason

Ugly scars
Battle lines across my body
Swollen, bruised, my flesh is hard
I want to break the mirror

Fear tries to conquer me, and almost wins
Angry at these wretched tears
This isn’t a “stage” to get through
This is my life

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