These Wounds Won't Seem To Heal Lyrics นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I can't blame her; this wound will heal quickly. I already got up and removed the bandage from my wound. Just like the wound on my cheek, I hope the wound on my heart will be healed too. TO BE CONTINUED

See, with your eyes, heart, It was you, the wound, scars and blood, Hear, I'm calling out, Don't block me, I'll shout more loud, Oh, don't you know, My breath, my heart was taken away, Without my knowing, stolen from days, It was you, the thief who left me on bay, I'm begging, on my knees, Stop, don't move, don't dare to leave, Oh, don't you know, My pride, lust and every last breath, I give it up, block it out, It was you I wanted, till life and even after death, I'm fighting, bleeding free, Don't go, who else will help me heal?

The ragged, self-inflicted wounds told a story more powerful than any words could convey. "I don't want to cut my flesh anymore," I whispered, the raw pain in my voice silencing even my harshest critics. "Please show some mercy and let us stay." My arm was covered with large patches of wounds, raw and bleeding. Some were fresh, weeping clear fluid. Others were older, forming thick, ropey scars that would never fully heal. When exposed, several people in the crowd gasped. A young female healer at the edge of the group covered her mouth in horror.

How can the world still carry like a light hadn’t gone out in the world? Pressing his back against the wall, his back slid down the wall. His skin catching and nicking his flesh as he went. He felt the sting of the cuts and scratches, the burn of it set fire to his skin as the scolding heat of the water poured over him. He looked at his hands, busted open and swollen. He watched in despair as the flesh started to stitch together. It made it seem so easy for the broken to be mended again. He knew it wouldn’t be that easy. Nothing was going to fix a wound that could never heal.

I can't accept it. “I hope time will heal your wounds. All the wounds we inflicted in you.” I shook my head and wiped the lone tears that rolled down my face. “I-I don't know…” I sniffed and looked at my fingers before lifting my face to look at her again. I smiled bitterly. “I don't know about that, Mrs. Walter. I don't have confidence that time could heal wounds. I’ve been waiting for my wounds to heal but nothing's happening. Until now…the pain is in my heart. It’s like it will live in my heart for eternity…”

Wishing to have a complete family like any normal kid would ever wished for… “If not for me… maybe mommy will still be alive… but… I am really grateful that I lived.. That I am in this world…” With her heart crying, she felt ache in herself. A pain that can never be healed by any potion. An injury that can never be treated by normal wound cleaner and bandage… the most complicated wound that one can ever gain. A wound on the inside… a wound in her own mind… . . . “Ben what… why are you… you… your still… you are still alive? But… no… I… ”

And together, still holding hands, we fell into the tall, uncut hay. A sob ripped through the air around us. It took me a minute to realize she hadn't injured herself when we fell to our backs. This was worse. Far worse. There wasn't a cut or a scrape. There was no open wound. A Band-Aid wasn't going to cover this hurt, and I doubted whatever scar that lingered would ever heal. Prior to that moment, I didn't realize words could be so painful-life-changing.

I couldn't gather the courage to tell her about my miserable life. Understanding my situation, she spoke softly. "I know it's painful for you to talk about it, but you have to speak about it.", She said and looked at my injured legs. "Just like to heal this wound, you have to clean it out. Again and again and again after getting this bandage wet or for some other reasons. And the cleaning process always stings. The cleaning of the wound hurts but you will keep doing that procedure continuously; then, along with time, you will stop feeling any kind of pain. Yes. that's the moment when you stop feeling any kind of pain; you know it is healed." "Okay!"

Trust the one Who's been where you are Wishing all it was Just sticks and stones Those words cut deep but they don't mean you're all alone And you're not invisible Hear me out, There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now Someday you'll look on all these days And all these pain is gonna be invisible Oh, invisible"

Oh, you're beautiful, oh, you're beautiful There's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful This song always remind me that I'm beautiful no matter how many scars I have. Because I'm strong today because of those scars. Because from every wound there is a scar , and every scars tell's a story a story that say's. I SURVIVED Don't ever be ashamed of the scars