I pleaded with time to stop Because I needed to heal, To find my way. I was suffering with your loss, Running through life, In search of answers For my broken heart.
Depression was my friend, A comfortable place To suffer my pain. I had every right To scream at this life For taking you away Before you had a chance to fight.
My world was never the same When you left this life. The curtains were drawn, I didn’t let in the light. You said, “See you in a while,” But a while turned into forever.
Time is not a healer, It is not a therapist of broken souls. The ache and sorrow live In every tomorrow, And I will carry it with me Wherever I go.
