Time doesn't stop
for sadness
It goes on
Ticks away
As a family mourns for a son
Who took his own life

It continues
like always
As a girl rereads old love letters
And presses them to her aching heart

It moves ever onward
As my grades sink lower and lower
Because when I come home
I can do nothing but stare into space
Too weary to care

Time doesn't stop for sadness
It goes on

Am Montag
Such celebrations will be held
Roses, embraces
The reaffirmation of love
And this day will remind me
Of the year before
Where someone told me I wouldn't be alone

And this day will remind me
Of how wrong he is
And it makes me wonder
how
why
I'm still alive

Because my Valentine
Is not mine at all

Up in the sky
On the eve of garbage day
The crescent moon mocks me
Leering down from the sky
I try to shake off
The pounding in my head
wake up wake up wake up
Because the whispers don't help
They never do

The stars are melting
They're coming down
Too fast to count
And they're getting closer

Back at the hospital
The doctors worry
The patient's been out
For two weeks now
Screaming in her fitful sleep
whispering to herself
wake up wake up wake up
In her padded cell

Something sharp to take the edge off?

A week later
The pain remains
Even though I've taken down
Every drawing of you

At last!
Real pain!
The tears fall like rain
To land in the dirt
And hiss from the hurt
Bow my head
Broken, dead
Not a word has been said
Since the agony hit
I curled up in my bed
No more feeling, but grieving
It's my fault for believing
I could make a dream real
You could make the scars heal

Whenever I see you
I remember all the good things
And whatever it was we had
Every moment that made my life beautiful
Swirls around you as an aura
Though they seem like years ago

Where the memories once pleased me
They now torture me
Where my heart once leaped with joy at the thought of you
It now lurches in agony
Where once I couldn't concentrate from happiness
I now can't concentrate from pain

It's not your fault
I just realized today
How I feel

Although I do not know you
And have seen you but once
It would be socially acceptable
To hate you
To loathe each breath you take
To despise your beauty
They call it jealousy, I think
But I do not hate you
And I do not believe I ever will
So I will nod as you pass
And wish you well