a short letter to my inner child

I know you remember a lot of things I forgot -maybe you thought it was too much to handle. I kpw it was the right thing to do THEN. But someday, I’ll recall the memories you erased from my brain, so I can heal the wounds you never talked about. I can still feel them, you know ? These wounds. I can feel them and nothing else. I don’t know who hurt you and how, but I’m going to figure that out. For you. For me. So we can both get better. Because that’s the right thing to do NOW.

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