healing

My cuts are starting to heal and fade away just like my memories of the better times with you. Now when i think of you i think of sadness and pain. The pain of every kiss you laid on my lips and every touch you left on my skin. A viscious game of tag, id tag you and fall in love but youd tag me and id fall apart. Im letting go of that pain now so i can move on and get back up from where you had let me fall to the ground. I dont need your so called helping hand to pick me up because you would just trip me again as i took my first step towards moving forward. I will help myself up and take that first step forward without you and it will be you fading away instead of freshly laid cuts apon my wrist. I dont need you and i never did. You were like nicotine, an addictive drug, but today i quit for good.