Time is cruel and unforgiving.
It does not stop.
It does not wait.
Time has left me with scars and and an emptiness that I'm sure can never be filled
Time does not allow me to wallow in my dark thoughts and feelings
so that maybe I can make sense of them and heal
Time rushes me along and makes me feel like I must fake it till I make it
But I don't make it
I mask it and carry on even though my soul is rotting
My apathy for life is an infection with no cure.
Time does not care about that.
No one cares about that.
Or me.
What happens behind masks and closed doors doesn't matter
As long as Time's schedule is kept
Are you a productive member of society? Are you married? Do you have kids? A career?
Are you normal and unproblematic?
Keep your sadness, anger, desperation to yourself.
Time does not have time for your woes.
Tick Tock.
