Get over it

Get over it
Getting over it
Moving on
Look towards the future
Just forget it
There are bigger fish in the sea!
I don’t know where the big fish are though
It’s not as easy as get over it
Time is all that can or will heal my mending heart
That’s been broken into pieces so smallI think its glitter
There’s the silver lining…my heart turned to glitter
Physical wounds hurt
But they fix themselves
You don’t do anything but take the meds.
The mental wounds…now those hurt!
They don’t just fix themselves either
The meds you get for aches and pains
Work the same for the mental and physical
You only get temporary relief
Good for the physical since it goes away
Bad for the mental…do I really want to fuck myself?
How else can I cope?
The drugs don’t work, nor does the alcohol
It helps and feels good
But when it wears off
I feel naked in front of the crowd
Hours in my bed
Fetal position
Wet eyes, soaked pillows, my son wants to play
I don’t know how anymore
This pain just hurts so bad!
I didn’t do this to me.
He did!
My mind is scattered just like my words and phrases
I’m lost and wondering aimlessly!
How do I separate from this surreal world
I didn’t do this but I have to fix it?
WTF??
Okay, so how?
Do I keep crying? It hasn’t worked so far.
Who am I supposed to talk to?
Its my problem, not theirs.
Looks like I’m supposed to wait
So I do
And it takes time
I hope it doesn’t take too long….
~Mona P.