I'm slowly healing, But how would I know? I don't think I'm suffering because I'm on my own. This year has been a hell of a ride, Lost some friends, But gained some mind. I don't think I'm suffering anymore, I might be hurting still, Though I'm kind of unsure. Is this hurt coming from my heart? Or from years of battling my own shadows in the dark? And I wouldn't say the dark was my enemy for sure, It was an ally whenever the feelings couldn't follow through. It saw me breaking, crying, laying on the floor, Hurting more and harder than before. Yet through it all, Every shattered piece became a door, And I rose more powerful than before. I might not care right now, Though my heart aches for closure. I might be cold, or just protecting what's left over But I'm healing, and I know for sure, Not everyone deserves the care I once poured on.