Time

It seems like I have cried these same tears a thousand times before.
Neverending reminders of my pain.
The scars on my arms remind me of how many things I have gone through.
I count them silently,
Maybe I'm stronger than I think.
I remember each cut so vividly.
I remember each reason for the wound.
I remember the pain that bounced off the walls of my broken soul.
I remember the physical pain leaving but the emotional pain growing.
The pain in my soul is always here.
Is there nothing I can to make it go away?
I can bandage cuts and mend those wounds,
But what can I do for my broken heart?
No bandage is big enough for the damage.
And if I leave it alone,
I fear it may never heal on its own.
Tears can be wiped away and blood can dry,
But pain may never go away.
People say time heals all wounds,
But does it really?