It was a fight
A dumb fight.
A fight over nothing.
A fight that could have been prevented.
A fight that ruined us.
What we had.
What we could've had.
I tried to fix it, to make it better-
But the wound brought you to your knees.
A mental wound is no different than physical,
You can't undo the damage.
I can't undo the pain you underwent.
I can leave you to heal,
And that is all I am capable of.
I'm no doctor.
I can't fix it for you.
I leave it up to you.
But if you need any assistance..
I'm right here,
And my sincerest apologies go to you.
Sierra Staten
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mental-wounds/
