Self inflicted
- Jul 22, 2025
- 1 min read
Can we turn back time
Or should I, instead, think the other way
No point in reminiscing on what’s in the past
For it’s the future that holds better things if I wait (I hope)
Unless you tell me it’s all a misunderstanding
Sometimes pictures say more than words, though
Every time I try not to, I find myself searching for more
Do I know it’ll hurt me more? Sadly, yes