Time.

I lay in my bed, fixate my sight on the ceiling,
No one can hear the thoughts in my head, I'm screaming, 
Screaming to be noticed, held & heard, 
Wishing that these past few months had never occurred. 
The tv is on but I don't hear it, 
My mind is elsewhere,
The news could say the world was about to end & I seriously could not care. 
For I would not hear it, 
It would not sink in, 
My mind just spins & spins on where to begin, 
Begin with my future, 
Begin with this new life, 
Prepare myself to walk away from all the memories & strife. 
It's easy for people to tell you that times a healer, 
But how can I ever forgive myself, 
For letting someone else steal her?
Whilst I lay in bed each night & think only of her, 
She shares her bed with someone else & gives them her loving stare. 
I never got to show her, 
Just how good things with me could be, 
A love that many never have, 
A love that would have set us both free!
It's safe to say that she's moved on, 
Yet still I write each day, 
Wishing I had one more chance to say all I never got to say. 
If time is such a great healer, 
I wish it would hurry along, 
I'm tired & drained from pushing myself, 
To keep remaining strong. 
I know that she cannot hear me, 
But if she could I'd tell her this ....
I'm sorry you lost all faith in me & you will always be sadly missed.