Time heals nothing.
The fact of the matter is that I dont want to hear “I told you so” from anyone so I have to keep it to myself. It stings and hurts that yet again, the story repeats. We’ve come full circle, again. And yet again, I’m the one who gets the short end of the stick. It’s not fair. I wish I could scream at whoever is out there if there really is any one out there. I want to scream “Why” “Why can’t I be good enough this time?”
Time doesn’t heal anything. It just makes the wound deeper and easier to ignore but all the while it’s still there eating at you until you don’t know what to do. I can be there this time though, I learned to pretend better this time. Think the worst and you won’t be shocked. Makes sense right? Every time it happens, it drives the needle in further. Reminding me again, that I’m not good enough. I always learn to deal with it though, and this time won’t be any differerent. The only difference is that this time, this time I’ll put up a better front. I’m hurt, but by now, I’m used to it. I’m hope that HE is happy. HE was right all along; I will never be good enough.
