It is said,
that time heals everything,
but time doesn't do anything for me,
my wounds left untouched,
by the ticking of a clock;
My heart still bleeds,
With the same pain from an hour ago,
The days run together,
Every day feels like my last;
Twenty-four hours don't change anything,
Even as they add up,
The event still fresh in my head,
When will it turn to the past.