Written after I found out that after pouring my heart out, the friend/therapist couldn’t or didn’t want to meet with me anymore.
My heart breaks at the same time it’s trying to heal
Just don’t know anymore who I should share things with
Fear of abandonment, fear of being left alone, fear of being vulnerable, fear of getting hurt
A hurt so deep, that words can’t begin to describe
If this life was pain free, would we ever learn hard lessons
A hurt so deep because the people who I thought would help me heal turned away from me
A hurt so real, that it’s been a while since I allowed myself to hurt this much
Trying to numb the pain, because it was better at the time than facing it
A hurt so deep that it makes me cry
A hurt so deep that my heart wonders if it can take another hit
A hurt so deep that my mind questions if it’s worth the risk followed by the pain again
A hurt that no one else can understand, because I can’t explain the way I feel with the pain
A hurt that only God can heal
A hurt that only God can understand
A hurt that time will tell if I am strong enough
A wound with the band aid off, laid bare before the elements reach it