The hours drag, the minutes crawl.
I sit here scrolling through your wall,
with no cohesive thought at all.
The sadness is unbearable.

Joy will return, but not today.
Time heals all wounds, I’ve heard them say.
In time, all things. All things, with time.
…time isn’t on my side, today.

I sit here staring at the wall.
The sadness is unbearable.
The minutes drag, the hours crawl.
I don’t know what to do, at all.

Joy will return, but not today.
Time heals all wounds, or so they say.
With time, all things. All things, in time.
But time is not my friend, today.

Today it is unbearable.
I don’t know what to do at all.
Some day- it will be bearable-
And knowing that, is sad as hell.

Joy will return. But not today.
The sadness, it will ease someday.
In time, all things. All things. All things.
In time, my friend. In time.