I thought I was past this...

I thought I was past this.
I thought I had moved forward.
Perhaps this is my curse.
Maybe I will have to carry this all my days.
Maybe my life will be one step forward then fall on my ass.
Perhaps progress is a myth.
I thought I was healing.
I thought I could roll up my sleeves.
Maybe I was always bleeding.
Perhaps once broken, I was always shattered.
Maybe a broken heart will always bleed.
I thought I was past this.
I thought I was past this...