I cannot hear the tick tock
of one so simple to be time on a clock.

The seconds are not mine to hold.
They stand frozen, leaving me cold.

To want, to need...a moment so dear,
yet the time i cry out for, will never be near.

The scars
are deep
and run through
my veins

as though you
were the one
who cut them.

Please talk to me
and make me feel

something that is actually real

For now I sit and do not know

what emotion to carry in my soul.

They all have left and gone away,

never to forgo another day.

Help me think.
Help me feel.

Maybe, once again,
i shall become real.