People say that time heals all wounds
What they don’t tell you is about the time before you heal
The pain, the loneliness, not being able to recall memories because it hurts
They don’t tell you that’ll you’ll cry yourself to sleep
They don’t tell you that you’ll always miss your loved ones that are gone
They don’t tell you that there are days where you wish you were dead so you can be with them again
And they don’t tell you about the guilt you feel when you start to heal
That maybe you shouldn’t be moving on yet, it’s an insult to their memory
But moving on can bring you peace,
Maybe there will come a time when you can think of them; a brother, sister, mother, father, grandmother, or grandfather. Maybe you can think of them without crying at the memories
Oh it will be hard, but the smallest things can bring peace
A cardinal perched in a tree by you, a flower blooming, a child laughing
You will heal, but it will hurt