12-10-09

12-10-09
Every time I see or write the date,
I get just a little bit more scared,
Like this was supposed to end years ago,
So why am I still walking, breathing, living?

Time is my biggest enemy
other than myself (of course),
Time is my biggest enemy,
And I am my biggest obstacle
in this.

Every time I look at the clock,
Changed from am to pm so quickly,
I feel my heart start to race like I
shouldn’t be walking, breathing, living.

Time is stuck on fast-forward
and I’m stuck on pause,
Time is trying to bury the past
but failing and passing its misery
onto me.