Scars

If you find this notebook
please don't read it
I got so much off of my chest.
But I didn't mean it.
I've learned so much from all these scars

I've grown and they're starting to feel like wounds again.
I can't keep from picking at the scabs, I know what happened
but I can't help but feel this is all my fault.
This is all my fault.
Will time heal all our wounds?
I can't sleep but I still wake up.
Will time heal all our wounds?

Once my eyes dry I promise I'll keep them wide.
I'll swim upstream before I let the tides decide for me.

I'm sorry I thought I'd be so much stronger than this.