The scars from stitches heal with time,
But scars from hurtful words and deeds entwine,
A lingering pain that refuses to subside,
A grief that's hard to hide.

Can't we find solace in our own embrace?
Must every place be a judgmental space?
Gloom attracts sorrow, a vicious cycle spins,
Yet, we can break free, learn to heal within.

Time flees...