I sit alone and wonder why time has yet to heal these wounds? "You'll get over it", "Hang in there"; words of wisdom or words of the naive? Go on now and say what you're gonna say. Those words don't help, so keep the cliche. I'm lost; every dream held close to my heart is dead. She left me here cold; left sharp cutting knives in my head. All my fears, once locked away, were released when she left. Like wild animals out of captivationn, they roam. They stalk me; smash me; tear at my mind. I'm breaking apart, I'm going blind. When everything I lived for is taken away, tell me healers how will you brighten my day? You cannot comfort the truly damaged. When pain runs this deep, when fear overtakes you, when all hope is gone, when your soul freezes blue. Then what? Tell me something; Then What?!! Time heals nothing, this pain is a cancer. Time being it's ally not enemy. So go comfort the hurt, the slighty ill. Cuz this type of pain is the kind that will kill.
Reason for writing:
Not a very "poetic" poem, rather just random feelings of pain spilled out on paper.. It goes out to all those people who try and think they can "comfort" you.. It only shows how naive they can be.
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