The Damage is Done

I remember the saying
'the damage is done'
and never quite understood why
damage could never be erased,
because people say sorry
and we forgive.

Don't we?

We move on from the
pain caused,
and take the next day,
as that's important.

But this damage
used to seem
metaphorical,
like a wound to an ego
or a bruise to
someone's appearance.

It wasn't until I grew
that I realized,
and I knew what
this damage is.

It's funny...
don't we always think
damage must be done by
someone else?
That they will sink so low
to cause us pain?

And you're probably wondering
'not this again...'

But the damage is
not
done by them.

The damage is done by
ourselves...

Because somewhere along the line
we realized physical pain
is better than heartbreak,
and a chest ache that
won't go,
because he dumped you for
someone else.

We learned that a blade
is better than facing our fears,
or a dream we've just made,
destroyed in front of our eyes.

That the hatred for yourself,
could be taken out on
your body.

No, the damage was
caused by
ourselves.
We cut ourselves until
we couldn't feel...

And now the marks remain,
the damage is done.