Time Heals

Time heals all wounds
Yet the scars still remain
Buried deep,  
Creating roots
Little tendrils of pain  
Sorrow running through your body
A temple ransacked
Trashed and abandoned  
There's no helping it,  
No restoration project
Just a pat on the head and a good will wish
The reassurance and reminder that, of course...

Time heals all wounds
Whether they be spiritual or physical
But it doesn't bring oxygen to these old lungs  
Blackened and burned from a fire that scorched
Burning flesh rotting away.  
Ruined beyond recognition.
And right when you think all the tears have doused the flames
A forgotten picture pops back up
Haunting you
Telling you

Time heals all wounds  
Or that's what you trick yourself into thinking
If you just focus on the future
The past doesn't matter.  
It can't hurt you anymore  
He can't hurt you anymore
But then you close your eyes and all you see
Are baby blues looking back at you
And then you remember  
At one point
He was all the future you ever needed
So you hold your breath
Will it into darkness
Sending the message along with it

Time heals all wounds
But the blood has been spilt  
All the seconds in the world  
Cannot bring this empty mutilation  
Back into fruition
Lacerated.
Punctured.
Traumatized.  
Nothing can bring air back into this empty chest
There is no help on its way

The stopwatch is broken  
Now is the time to admit.
To confess, if you will
That it's all bullshit
That it's not going to get better.
But you can't just stay on the floor
So you pick yourself up  
Slowly.
Agonizingly slow.
Each step hurts less.  
Not because it is less painful  
Not because it gets easier.  
Your brain tricks itself
It's survive or die, and you can't seem to die
No.  
This is desperation.  
The last feeble attempts   
Of surviving the heartbreak of a traitor.  
Whose only parting words to you were:

Time heals all wounds.