I healed, The day I said nothing. The day I felt—nothing. Those cold, sweet amber eyes Molded into numbness. I healed, The day I just stood, Buzz in the back of my head, Hurting like hell. I healed, When I smiled, For even expecting. Since I was wrong For being raised by both. I healed— At least, that's what I think. When I remember shutting up, 'Cause I was annoying... That's what I tell myself. That I healed, As I keep searching For this star— Hoping it finds me, And at last, Stop this bleed. —Myth