wounds

It's not that I am not sensitive or even sometimes hurt by cruel words.
It's just that I don't want to make a fuss about it,
And tried to brush it off.
I know somehow,
One day,
It'll get to me one way or another.
But I am just too tired to argue.
Too sad to reciprocate.
Too depressed to defend myself.

I guess I can never turn back to the person I used to be.

and the wounds in your heart keeps increasing until there's no medicine for it left.