Lost

So difficult...

Time has a way of passing by so quick. Yet, it refuses to do so while my soul is so sick. When the days grow long, and the nights, even longer. Time has a way of making me stronger. Yet, it refuses to do so despite my current condition, despite all i’ve lost, and all i’ve given to arrive at this point in my lonely life, time has not found a way, and neither have I. Yet, I refuse to do so while my soul is so sick. While my heart beats so, I refuse to give up, for loneliness has yet to be everlasting, and time has yet to be not, despite my sickly soul. A timeless day it shall be, when you finally fall in love with me. Yet time is lost, and so am I, as I have a way of doing so quickly. Finding nothing but more time to add to my lonely life and my sickly soul. Finding nothing but emptiness, nothing but loneliness, existent to disease my soul and kill me slowly over everlasting time. Time that is lost...as am I.