But you love that pain so much, don't you? You keep poking that wound until it bleeds, you never let it clot, you never let it heal.

I know nobody can heal the wounds but those few people who lend that emotional support and hug feels like giving life to the broken soul.

She is my hospital bed. A place to heal, a place to die.

You don't heal easily because you want others to help you in the process.

Writing doesn't heal. Sometimes it helps you bleed. And not many understand this.

Some wounds never heal. They just stop bleeding.