Over It

Funny how if we have to say we're over something, we're really not. We spend so much time trying to prove to everyone else when it's ourselves that we can't seem to prove it to. Why can't we just walk away? Eyes open. Eyes closed. Leave it at the door and lift the burdens of our hearts. Yet we choose to torture ourselves. Reminding ourselves of the past. Opening scars and making them fresh again. Why won't we just let ourselves heal?

Is it really that terrifying to let it all fall away? To be fresh and open to new wounds? Is it safer to stay damaged?

Living through it.
Getting over it.
Being happy.

Blah. More thoughts for later.