You want me to heal? What? Are you so blind that you can't tell that I am not, injured, I am not hurt.
I was broken, and my ashes were scattered into the wind.
There is nothing left to heal here, I am no longer I.
The only thing that remains is heart and pain, I am not even sure why I am still here.
I Curse my pathetic existence.
I Curse this world being so cruel.
But what I curse more are my short and weak hands that let me down when I most needed them.