Showering, my shampoo bottle mocks me

The word “HEAL” is printed on it loudly

I swear that I have been trying

I cannot will my mind to forget you

I cannot force my heart to clean up

The mess of the spills that you caused

I can hide my shaking hands,

I can find more friends to mend

But I cannot heal how I am supposed to

If my nails keep scratching at the scabs on my body

Which is all it seems I have been able to do